Henry David Thoreau Quotes

When you're wounded and left on Afghanistan's plains, and the women come out to cut up what remains, jest roll to your rifle and blow out your brains and go to your gawd like a soldier.

When you're in the battlefield, survival is all there is. Death is the only great emotion.

For me, at least, Vietnam was partly love. With each step, each light-year of a second, a foot soldier is always almost dead, or so it feels, and in such circumstances, you can't help but love.

As one who participated in all the wars of the state of Israel, I saw the horror of wars. I saw the fear of wars. I saw my best friends being killed in battles. I was seriously injured twice.

At war a Russian man puts on a white shirt. He may live in sin, but he dies like a saint.

Blue is the smoke of wrar, white the bones of men.

Ben Battle was a soldier bold, and used to war's alarms, But a cannon-ball took off his legs, so he laid down his arms.

If I were fierce, and bald, and short of breath,I'd live with scarlet Majors at the Base,And speed glum heroes up the line of death.

In war, everyone has their chance to bleed.

When you go to war, it's important for everybody to know that they're going to come home in one way or other.

A ball had passed between my body and the right arm which supported him, cutting through the sleeve and passing through his chest from shoulder to shoulder. There was no more to be done for him and I left him to his rest. I have never mended that hole in my sleeve.

For the most part, everybody who fights in war fights to survive.

A professional soldier understands that war means killing people, war means maiming people, war means families left without fathers and mothers.

Soldiers are citizens of death's grey land, drawing no dividend from time's tomorrows.

War is about dead people.

The ground was strewn with the dead, the dying, and the wounded—here lay one man with his leg shot off, there another with a wound in his head, another with an arm shot off, and hundreds wounded in nearly all the various parts of the body.

I have fought for many years. I have killed many men. I have never seen a foreigner die.

You are fit for something better than ... cannon fodder.

There are only two ways to come back from the battlefield: With the head of an enemy or without your own.

And when the war is done and youth stone dead I'd toddle safely home and die—in bed.

As a combat medic, I heard a lot of last words; I saw a lot of last breaths taken.

We will not forgive you for making us kill your sons.

Some of the shells brought my heart into my mouth; lying there waiting for them was intolerable. I was sure I was going to be blown to pieces.

Men grow old quickly on the battlefield.

Pile the bodies high at Austerlitz and Waterloo. Shovel them under and let me work. I am the grass. I cover all.