Bob Dole Quotes

It is foolish and wrong to mourn the men who died. Rather we should thank God that such men lived.

Lest I keep my complacent ways I must remind myself.. Someone out there died for me today As long as there is war.. I ask and I must answer.. Was I worth dying for?

The soldier going down and the cause of freedom never dies—immortality is his.

The real heroes of WWII never came home.

Never in the field of human conflict was so much owed by so many to so few.

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

All gave some. Some gave all. Some stood true for the red, white and blue. Some had to fall. Some gave all

They died to save their country, and they only saved the world.

A glorious death is his Who for his country falls.

… from the dawn of history to the present time, men have paid the homage of their gratitude and admiration to the memory of those who nobly sacrifice their lives, that their fellow-men may live in safety and in honor.

I am not a hero but the brave men who died deserved this honor.

There's a lot of people that fought for their country and that's not something to be taken lightly. They gave their life, everything they had, they gave their lives, to give us what we have. That's why I'm so passionate about my beliefs - because someone died.

I'm extremely grateful to all the first responders, veterans and their families for all their sacrifices.

We owe our World War II veterans - and all our veterans - a debt we can never fully repay.

It is rather for us here dedicated to the great task remaining before us, that from these honored dead we take increased devotion to that cause for which they gave the last full measure of devotion.

Atheists in foxholes, some say they are myths, Creations of the mind who just don't exist. Yet, they answered the call to defend, with great pride. With reason their watchword, they bled and they died.

Here's to the red of it, There's not a thread of it, No, not a shred of it, In all the spread of it, From foot to head, But heroes bled for it, Faced steel and lead for it, Precious blood shed for it, Bathing in red.

It is a sweet and glorious thing to die for one's country. Dulce et decorum est pro patria mori.

Dear Madam: I have been shown in the files of the War Department a statement of the Adjutant-General of Massachusetts that you are the mother of five sons who have died gloriously on the field of battle. I feel how weak and fruitless must be any words of mine which should attempt to beguile you from the grief of a loss so overwhelming. But I can not refrain from tendering you the consolation that may be found in the thanks of the Republic they died to save. I pray that our heavenly Father may assuage the anguish of your bereavement, and leave you only the cherished memory of the loved and lost, and the solemn pride that must be yours to have laid so costly a sacrifice upon the alter of freedom.

They serve so that we don't have to. They offer to give up their lives so that we can be free. It is, remarkably, their gift to us. And all they ask for in return is that we never send them into harm's way unless it is absolutely necessary. Will they ever trust us again?

You can always hear the people who are willing to sacrifice somebody else's life. They're plenty loud and they talk all the time. You can find them in churches and schools and newspapers and legislatures and congress. That's their business. They sound wonderful. Death before dishonor. This ground sanctified by blood. These men who died so gloriously. They shall not have died in vain. Our noble dead.

America is unique in the history of the world. During this last century, there was only one nation that laid down hundreds of thousands of lives of its own sons and daughters and asked for nothing for itself …. America is unique. You took no land from the Germans, no land from the Japanese. All you asked for was enough land to bury your dead.

For it's Tommy this, an' Tommy that, an' “Chuck him out, the brute!” But it's “Saviour of 'is country” when the guns begin to shoot.

Send me six hundred men who know how to die

We did not win the war with prayers, but with the blood of our soldiers..