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.
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
I thought upon one pair of English legs Did march three Frenchmen.william shakespeare
Of boasting more than of a bomb afraid, A soldier should be modest as a maid.Edward Young
Some for hard masters, broken under arms, In battle lopt away, with half their limbs, Beg bitter bread thro' realms their valour saved.Edward Young
An Austrian army awfully arrayed. Siege of Belgrade.
The knight's bones are dust, And his good sword rust; His soul is with the saints, I trust.Samuel Taylor Coleridge
Under the sod and the dew, Waiting the Judgment Day; Love and tears for the Blue, Tears and love for the Gray.
Hunde, wollt ihr ewig leben?
We are coming, Father Abraham, three hundred thousand more.
He smote them hip and thigh.
"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!
"Companions," said he [Saturninus], "you have lost a good captain, to make of him a bad general."Michel de Montaigne
Napoleon's troops fought in bright fields where every helmet caught some beams of glory; but the British soldier conquered under the cold shade of aristocracy.
'Tis a far, far cry from the "Minute-Men," And the times of the buff and blue To the days of the withering Jorgensen And the hand that holds it true. 'Tis a far, far cry from Lexington To the isles of the China Sea, But ever the same the man and the gun Ever the same are we.
Although too much of a soldier among sovereigns, no one could claim with better right to be a sovereign among soldiers.walter scott
Warriors! and where are warriors found, If not on martial Britain's ground? And who, when waked with note of fire, Love more than they the British lyre?walter scott
Foremost captain of his time, Rich in saving common sense.Alfred Tennyson
For this is England's greatest son, He that gain'd a hundred fights, And never lost an English gun.Alfred Tennyson
The more we work, the more we may, It makes no difference to our pay.
Where are the boys of the old Brigade, Who fought with us side by side?fred weatherly