Nicolas Anelka Quotes

The real heroes were my good buddies who died during the battles.

If you speak to any soldier, even now, they say they are fighting for their friends. It always ends up that they're fighting for the man next to them.

There is no glory in war, yet from the blackness of its history, there emerge vivid colours of human character and courage. Those who risked their lives to help their friends.

No one is going to stick their head out of the trenches for someone they don't respect or trust. You can get shot doing that.

In the military, you learn the essence of people. You see so many examples of self-sacrifice and moral courage. In the rest of life, you don't get that many opportunities to be sure of your friends.

And much more am I sorrier for my good knights' loss than for the loss of my fair queen; for queens I might have enough, but such a fellowship of good knights shall never be together in no company.

Here's a news flash: No soldier gives his life. That's not the way it works. Most soldiers who make a conscious decision to place themselves in harm's way do it to protect their buddies. They do it because of the bonds of friendship - and it goes so much deeper than friendship.

We came to know each other in war, and in war we continue.

I am not ordering you to fight for your country. I am ordering you to die for your country!

Anyone who wants to carry on the war against the outsiders, come with me. I can’t offer you either honours or wages; I offer you hunger, thirst, forced marches, battles and death. Anyone who loves his country, follow me.

Warlike Ardour of the People: When they go into battle, it is a disgrace for the chief to be surpassed in valor, a disgrace for his followers not to equal the valor of the chief. And it is an infamy and a reproach for life to have survived the chief, and returned from the field. To defend, to protect him, to ascribe one's own brave deeds to his renown, is the height of loyalty. The chief fights for victory; his vassals fight for their chief.

I shall hurl the first spear at the enemy myself. If any man then does not follow, then he is a dead man.

These guys are warriors, my teammates.

I am not going to second-guess my old battlefield comrades from Iraq and Afghanistan; each has his own reason for what he has done.

My mission my whole career was just to be somebody that you can look at and say, 'That's the guy I want to go into battle with.'

I know that I've got some guys I want to put in the foxhole with me, and there's a lot of 'em.

I wasn't going to leave my men, and they were going to protect me.

I'm always going to be passionate about the guys we have in the locker room because they've always been OK with me - they've always done right by me - so I have no problem playing with them, going out there and sweating, bleeding, and winning with them.

Because the players knew that if Billy asked them to jump off a roof, he'd jump off with them.

It'll be all right, my fine fellow," said the Otter. "I'm coming along with you, and I know every path blindfold; and if there's a head that needs to be punched, you can confidently rely upon me to punch it.

Within Easy Company they had made the best friends they had ever had, or would ever have. They were prepared to die for each other; more important, they were prepared to kill for each other.

What matters is working with a few close friends, people you respect, knowing that if times did turn bad these people would hold together.

From this day to the ending of the world, But we in it shall be remembered- We few, we happy few, we band of brothers; For he to-day that sheds his blood with me Shall be my brother; be he ne’er so vile, This day shall gentle his condition; And gentlemen in England now-a-bed Shall think themselves accurs’d they were not here, And hold their manhoods cheap whiles any speaks That fought with us upon Saint Crispin’s day.

The same niggas I ball with, I fall with

You take up for your buddies, no matter what they do. When you're a gang, you stick up for the members. If you don't stick up for them, stick together, make like brothers, it isn't a gang anymore. It's a pack. A snarling, distrustful, bickering park like the Socs in their social clubs or the street gangs in New York or the wolves in the timber.