No yield to the dead! Never stab the fighter when he's down. Where's the glory, killing the dead twice over?
I had rather eleven died nobly for their country than one voluptuously surfeit out of action.
For it has been said, all that a man hath will he give for his life; and while all contribute of their substance the soldier puts his life at stake, and often yields it up in his country's cause. The highest merit, then is due to the soldier.
So faithful in love, and so dauntless in war, There never was knight like young Lochinvar.
Courage of the soldier awakes the courage of woman.
However horrible the incidents of war may be, the soldier who is called upon to offer and to give his life for his country is the noblest development of mankind.
Think of a country where people were admired for running away in battle, or where a man felt proud of double-crossing all the people who had been kindest to him. You might just as well try to imagine a country where two and two made five.
The singers make much of kings who die valiantly in battle, but your life is worth more than a song.
Troops of heroes undistinguished die.
And when they [American soldiers] came, they found fit comrades for their courage and their devotion. ... Joining hands with these, the men of America gave that greatest of all gifts, the gift of life and the gift of spirit.
To set the cause above renown, To love the game beyond the prize, To honor, while you strike him down, The foe that comes with fearless eyes To count the life of battle good and dear the land that gave you birth, And dearer yet the brotherhood...
