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What honor can we find on a battlefield while our people starve?
'Tis the soldier's life to have their balmy slumbers waked with strife.
War
war was coming. And they might not all survive it.
soldiers. You learn hard lessons in battle, and you should remember, not forget, them.
It seems as if everybody in the country was getting impatient to get his or her particular soldier out of the Army and to upset the carefully arranged system of points for retirement which we had arranged with the approval of the Army itself.
Being a soldier [in the wars of modern power politics] was like being on a team in a sport that drew no crowds, except for the players' own parents and friends.
Where the battle rages, there the loyalty of the soldier is proved.
A lot of child soldiers lose their minds.
No man ever flees from duty without incalculable hurt, not only to himself, but to others as well.
Military men are the scourges of the world.
Though we be active in the battle, if we are not fighting where the battle is the hottest, we are traitors to the cause.
Children playing at war. Children who don't deserve to die, but are too foolish to live.
You're not a soldier, boy. You're not like your brothers. You're a herder. Your life is here.
Out of the military, out of the war, out of the only life they knew. Team Fear took the fall.
These are they whose youth was violently severed by war and death; a word on the telephone, a scribbled line on paper, and their future ceased. They have built up their lives again, but their safety is not absolute, their fortress not impregnable.
When desertion is not an option, sabotage is a must.
A soldier's time is passed in distress and danger, or in idleness and corruption.
I am one of the million or more male residents of the United Kingdom, who a year ago had no special yearning towards military life, but who joined the army after war was declared.
I want soldiers who hate what they had to do and fear having to ever do it again." "And if that means we lose the war?" "Then we lose the war by keeping ourselves." That
AWOL's most valuable commodity: hope. It's something in short supply for those who have been deemed not worth the sum of their parts.
The hardest thing of all for a soldier is to retreat.
A deep-cover squad tried to infiltrate the far left by posing as politically radicalized Vietnam veterans well supplied with guns and drugs. Four or five of them liked their new lives so much that they never came back.
trained army. The
Free spirited free riders they're on their way but don't know where they're going ...
We ask our men and women in uniform to leave their families, our guardsmen and reservists to leave their jobs. We ask you to fight, to sacrifice, to risk your lives for your country. The last thing you should have to do is fight for a job when you come home.
[N]ine-tenths of the people who are in the Home Service don't want to go abroad. They are people who live in Washington and have gotten acquainted with the jungle of this town and know their way around.
They have not the heart for this battle. So think of your families, think of your homes, and remember it is they you are fighting for.
There was a military police brigade with over 3,400 soldiers getting ready to go home because their mission - prisoner-of-war operations - was finished.
On a visit to Cologne in March 1945, after a heavy bombing, I met hundreds and hundreds of deserters who were squatting in the rubble, many in the deep cellars left from Roman times. They had been hiding there after the retreat from France.
Those who fled will fight another time.
Soldiers are dreamers; when the guns begin they think of firelit homes, clean beds, and wives.
Some people are going to have to die or leave.
Abandoned or separated from their families, they were forced to battle the beast of war on their own, left with an inheritance of heartache and resposibility for events they had no rile in causing.
The pioneers of a warless world are the youth that refuse military service.
There's a Legion that never was 'listed, That carries no colours or crest, But, split in a thousand detachments, Is breaking the road for the rest.
Men get the war they deserve.
Wherever we halted we were surrounded by wandering troops of Bedouins.
The world is divided between those who stay and those who leave.
Those who joined us for selfish personal reasons, for a career or other motives will be the ones to leave.
The soldiers lie in the grey morning. Thickets separate them. They are on manoeuvres. They are at war with their hands, their eyes, their foreheads.
Many of the gunters on the front lines took an involuntary step backward. A few others turned and ran for their lives.
You lose them the same way your lose a battalion; by errors of judgment, orders that are impossible to fulfill, and through impossible conditions.
If the heroes run and hide, who will stay and fight?
Rebels are the people who refuse the seen for the unseen.
You think death is any better an excuse for desertion than any other?
Men Wanted: For hazardous journey. Small wages, bitter cold, long months of complete darkness, constant danger, safe return doubtful. Honour and recognition in case of success.
Soldiers and children do as they're told. Children grow out of it, but soldiers just die.
Except when war is waged in a desert, noncombatants, also known as civilians or 'the people,' constitute the great majority of those affected.
For many foreign fighters, the jihad in Iraq and Syria is a commuter war.
Holy shit . . . They'd joined the war.
If one is reported as having set up camp overseas, it's as if one has made oneself unavailable.
I had come looking for a parade, for a military review of champions marching in ranks. Instead I was left with a brawl of ancestors, a herd of dissenters, sometimes marching together but just as often marching away from each other.
To lead uninstructed people to war is to throw them away.
Soldiers willingly, sometimes foolishly, risk their own lives to keep their comrades out of enemy hands.
Few men could explain why they enlisted, and if they attempted they might only prove that they had done as a politician said the electorate does, the right thing from the wrong motive.
They sent forth men to battle, But no such men return; And home, to claim their welcome, Come ashes in an urn
Everyone joins the military thinking they will be Luke Skywalker and leaves knowing they were just another storm trooper.
Do you know the strangest thing about being a soldier? It is that you are repeatedly ordered to commit suicide. and you obey.
Why are there never eighty soldiers around when you need them?
What the war did to the dreamers.
What the war did to dreamers.
If everyone who's worth a damn just leaves as soon as possible, then what's left?
I am astonished about those people who are ordered to prepare their provisions, then the start of the journey is announced, however they remain unmindful in their vain discussions and fruitless deeds.
Our detachments move us toward freedom and death.
Sir! Men who desert their comrades in war deserve to be shot! And Officers who intrude for them deserve to be hung!
The worst sin a general can commit, worse than blundering, worse than losing, worse than anything, is to desert the men who depend on him.
Despite all of their flaws and difficulties, these men don't want to walk out on their own lives, leave their wives and children. They want to come home.
People who go to work to be a part of the cause don't go home. They are home. Now - who wants to quit?
Takes a special kind to go
another kind to stay here
........
Nowhere do such patriots so embrace
the leaving of the place
These, in the day when heaven was falling, The hour when earth's foundations fled, Followed their mercenary calling And took their wages and are dead. The British regulars who made the retreat from Mons, beginning August 24, 1914.
The scum of the earth ... but what fine soldiers we have made them.
We (soldiers) are like cloaks,-one thinks of us only when it rains.
Conscription is the vitality of a nation, the purification of its morality, and the real foundations of all its habits
Ignorant of the place it had been and blind to where it was headed.
Compared to 10 years ago the primary motivation for defection has gone from food, to freedom.
So let them pass, small people of no great significance, caught up and swept together like dead leaves in the great whirlwind of the war.
My troops may fail to take a position, but are never driven from one!
They have broken the yoke of the oppressor; and this they have done not by fighting but by surrendering.
The youth are the spoils of war.
Soldiers who return from foreign battlefields with a syndrome that survivors of the Great War called the thousand-yard stare.
with their pens, and no less great with their swords - fearing God very much, and fearing men very little, - they were a generation of men who have never received from their country the honor that they deserve.
There are people who leave and people who know how to be left.
All but 50 of these officers and 200 of these sailors will return home to occupied France, rather than stay in Britain to fight the Germans. Their idea was to get out of the war
Without any formal orders to retreat, what was left of the several organizations yielded to a general impulse to abandon the field. Officers and men became controlled by the one thought of getting as far as possible from the enemy.
When they remain in garrison, soldiers are maintained with fear and punishment; when they are then led to war, with hope and reward.
They did what human beings looking for freedom, throughout history, have often done. They left.
For real men serve their country with random acts of kindness, not vicious acts of violence. And real soldiers have one duty, and one duty only; they have a duty to mutiny!
Who could not conquer with such troops as these?
They'd stayed not because they wanted to be heroes, but because they chose to think of it as their job, and it was in front of them.
You see, gentlemen, they have something to die for. They've discovered they're a people. They're awakening.
To shelter and to hide, they have resigned themselves.
But whatever else they are, and whatever thoughts swirl around in those heads right now, they volunteered to be here, to join the thin green line that stands between us and extermination. "Here's
In war, the army is not merely a pure consumer, but a negative producer.
The consequences of militancy do not disappear when the need for militancy is over. Freedom is fragile and must be protected. To sacrifice it, even as a temporary measure, is to betray it.
No retreat. No retreat. They must conquer or die who've no retreat.
to keep hope alive in a world at war, people had to do things they would never have considered doing before.
Excuse me soldiers, but do you mind stepping away from your lady friends?"
We were here for the prostitutes.
"And why should we do that crypt Keeper?
In Iraq and Afghanistan, our soldiers signed up intentionally. That's a huge difference from the largely conscripted army of my era.
People who go out and try to be a rebel at night,
Try to make up for the fact that they settled in life.
An assortment of soldiers and servants hurried about, finishing their duties for the day, or beginning their duties for the night, or possibly just looking busy to avoid being given additional duties.