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.
We do not know this Australian's name and we never will. We do not know his rank or battalion. We do not know where he was born, nor precisely how he died ... We will never know who this Australian was ... he was one of the 45,000 Australians who died on the Western Front ... one of the 60,000 Australians who died on foreign soil. One of the 100,000 Australians who died in wars this century. He is all of them. And he is one of us.paul keating
Ay me! what perils do environ The man that meddles with cold iron!Samuel Butler
Earth! render back from out thy breast A remnant of our Spartan dead! Of the three hundred grant but three, To make a new Thermopylæ!lord byron
His breast with wounds unnumber'd riven, His back to earth, his face to heaven.lord byron
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
God and a soldier all people adore In time of war, but not before; And when war is over and all things are righted, God is neglected and an old soldier slighted.
The king of France with twenty thousand men Went up the hill, and then came down again: The king of Spain with twenty thousand more Climbed the same hill the French had climbed before.
L'infanterie anglaise est la plus redoubtable de l'Europe; heureusement, il n'y en a pas beaucoup.
He stands erect; his slouch becomes a walk; He steps right onward, martial in his air, His form and movement.william cowper
His helmet now shall make A hive for bees.
So let his name through Europe ring! A man of mean estate, Who died as firm as Sparta's king, Because his soul was great.
He slept an iron sleep, Slain fighting for his country.homer
But for you, it shall be forever Spring, And only you shall be forever fearless, And only you shall have white, straight, tireless limbs, And only you, where the water lily swims, Shall walk along pathways, thro' the willows Of your West. You who went West, And only you on silvery twilight pillows Shall take your rest In the soft, sweet glooms Of twilight rooms.
Judge not that ye be not judged; we carried the torch to the goal. The goal is won: guard the fire: it is yours: but remember our soul Breathes through the life that we saved, when our lives went out in the night: Your body is woven of ours: see that the torch is alight.
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.
Yet what can they see in the longest kingly line in Europe, save that it runs back to a successful soldier?walter scott
Home they brought him slain with spears, They brought him home at even-fall.Alfred Tennyson
Old soldiers never die; They fade away!
No useless coffin enclosed his breast, Not in sheet nor in shroud we wound him; But he lay like a warrior taking his rest With his martial cloak around him.charles wolfe