Give them great meals of beef and iron and steel, they will eat like wolves and fight like devils.
William Shakespeare, Henry V (c. 1599), Act III, scene 7, line 161.
The broken soldier, kindly bade to stay; Sat by his fire, and talked the night away, Wept o'er his wounds, or tales of sorrow done, Shoulder'd his crutch, and show'd how fields were won.Oliver Goldsmith
Soldier, rest! thy warfare o'er, Dream of fighting fields no more: Sleep the sleep that knows not breaking, Morn of toil, nor night of waking.walter scott
O Dormer, how can I behold thy fate, And not the wonders of thy youth relate; How can I see the gay, the brave, the young, Fall in the cloud of war, and lie unsung! In joys of conquest he resigns his breath, And, filled with England's glory, smiles in death.joseph addison
I have seen men march to the wars, and then I have watched their homeward tread, And they brought back bodies of living men, But their eyes were cold and dead. So, Buddy, no matter what else the fame, No matter what else the prize, I want you to come back thru The Flame With the boy-look still in your eyes!
Dans ce pays-ci il est bon de tuer de temps en temps un admiral pour encourager les autres.voltaire
Under the tricolor, long khaki files of them Through the Étoile, down the Champs Elysées Marched, while grisettes blew their kisses to miles of them, And only the old brushed the tear stains away Out where the crows spread their ominous pinions Shadowing France from Nancy to Fay, Singing they marched 'gainst the Kaiser's gray minions, Singing the song of boyhood at play.
For the army is a school in which the miser becomes generous, and the generous prodigal; miserly soldiers are like monsters, but very rarely seen.Miguel de Cervantes
Then a soldier, Full of strange oaths and bearded like the pard, Jealous in honour, sudden and quick in quarrel, Seeking the bubble reputation Even in the cannon's mouth.william shakespeare
An Austrian army awfully arrayed. Siege of Belgrade.
He stands erect; his slouch becomes a walk; He steps right onward, martial in his air, His form and movement.william cowper
We are coming, Father Abraham, three hundred thousand more.
"What are the bugles blowin' for?" said Files-on-Parade. "To turn you out, to turn you out," the Colour Sergeant said.rudyard kipling
It is not the guns or armament Or the money they can pay, It's the close co-operation That makes them win the day. It is not the individual Or the army as a whole, But the everlastin' teamwork Of every bloomin' soul.
Nicanor lay dead in his harness.
Here's to the Blue of the wind-swept North When we meet on the fields of France, May the spirit of Grant be with you all As the sons of the North advance! * * * * * Here's to the Gray of the sun-kissed South When we meet on the fields of France, May the spirit of Lee be with you all As the sons of the South advance! * * * * * And here's to the Blue and the Gray as One! When we meet on the fields of France, May the spirit of God be with us all As the sons of the Flag advance!
But off with your hat and three times three for Columbia's true-blue sons; The men below who batter the foe the men behind the guns!
Abner … smote him under the fifth rib.
Although too much of a soldier among sovereigns, no one could claim with better right to be a sovereign among soldiers.walter scott
Foremost captain of his time, Rich in saving common sense.Alfred Tennyson
Home they brought him slain with spears, They brought him home at even-fall.Alfred Tennyson
The more we work, the more we may, It makes no difference to our pay.