I gave up my childhood for a career.
The soldiers at the DMZ are all very young, and I feel guilty about that.
Think of the millions of young men who died fighting for democracy. We spit on their graves when we let democracy slip away into the sewer of illegal money.
Never allow our youngsters to die in vain.
Explaining why our troops should not be withdrawn from Iraq.
My only refuge, as a serious young man, from the despair of my financial burden to my family, is that I did everything I could to never permit myself any amusements or diversions except those afforded by my studies.
It's always the old to lead us to the war. It's always the young to fall.
What a price we pay for experience, when we must sell our youth to buy it.
She gave up beauty in her tender youth, gave all her hope and joy and pleasant ways; she covered up her eyes lest they should gaze on vanity, and chose the bitter truth.
All of us who served in one war or another know very well that all wars are the glory and the agony of the young.
The thing that strikes a chord with me... as a mother... is to think of my 17-year-old son fighting would be just terrifying.
Have you noticed how easily the very young die? They make the best martyrs for any cause, the best soldiers, the best suicides. It's because they're held here so lightly: they haven't yet accumulated loves and responsibilities and commitments and all the things that tie us securely to this world. They can let go of it as easily and simply as lifting a finger. But as you get older, you begin to find things that are worth holding onto, forever.