"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."

"Man should be trained for war and woman for the recreation of the warrior."

"We are coming, Father Abraham, three hundred thousand more."

"Hunde, wollt ihr ewig leben?"

"Under the sod and the dew, Waiting the Judgment Day; Love and tears for the Blue, Tears and love for the Gray."

"Mouths without hands; maintained at vast expense, In peace a charge, in war a weak defense: Stout once a month they march, a blustering band, And ever, but in times of need, at hand."

"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."

"His helmet now shall make A hive for bees."

"Terrible he rode alone, With his yemen sword for aid; Ornament it carried none But the notches on the blade."

"Far in foreign fields from Dunkirk to Belgrade Lie the soldiers and chiefs of the Irish Brigade."

"He stands erect; his slouch becomes a walk; He steps right onward, martial in his air, His form and movement."

"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!"

"Back of the boy is Wilson, Pledge of his high degree, Back of the boy is Lincoln, Lincoln and Grant and Lee; Back of the boy is Jackson, Jackson and Tippecanoe, Back of each son is Washington, And the old red, white and blue!"

"Who passes down this road so late? Compagnon de la Majaloine? Who passes down this road so late, Always gay! Of all the King's Knights 'tis the flower, Compagnon de la Majaloine, Of all the King's Knights 'tis the flower, Always gay!"

"How sleep the brave, who sink to rest, By all their country's wishes blest! * * * * * By fairy hands their knell is rung, By forms unseen their dirge is sung."

"The knight's bones are dust, And his good sword rust; His soul is with the saints, I trust."

"You led our sons across the haunted flood, Into the Canaan of their high desire— No milk and honey there, but tears and blood Flowed where the hosts of evil trod in fire, And left a worse than desert where they passed."

"L'infanterie anglaise est la plus redoubtable de l'Europe; heureusement, il n'y en a pas beaucoup."

"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."

"Each year his mighty armies marched forth in gallant show, Their enemies were targets, their bullets they were tow."

"See! There is Jackson standing like a stone wall."

"An Austrian army awfully arrayed. Siege of Belgrade."

"O little Force that in your agony Stood fast while England girt her armour on, Held high our honour in your wounded hands, Carried our honour safe with bleeding feet— We have no glory great enough for you, The very soul of Britain keeps your day."

"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."

"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."

"There’s an old Chinese saying that a soldier who doesn't want to be a general is not a good soldier. Any time, just give me the chance. I’m prepared all the time."

"Some for hard masters, broken under arms, In battle lopt away, with half their limbs, Beg bitter bread thro' realms their valour saved."

"Of boasting more than of a bomb afraid, A soldier should be modest as a maid."

"Children are increasingly vulnerable as conflicts around the world become more brutal, intense and widespread. It is estimated that 300,000 children are today fighting as child soldiers in over 20 countries worldwide. Up to 40 per cent of them are girls."

"When you talk about the mental health problems, when people come back from war and combat and they see things that maybe a lot of folks in this room have seen many times over and you're strong and you can handle it but a lot of people can't handle it. They see horror stories, they see events you couldn't see in a movie, nobody would believe it."

"Living the grueling life of a warrior seemed, and still does seem, a very simple and uninteresting occupation, especially for someone of my unusually capable intellect, and I was very much opposed to having my life controlled by the crude brutality of the society into which I was thrust."

"If you're going to get groups of men to risk their humanity, health, and lives in wars of offense, the traditional way is not to pay them a lot, but to addict them to the "cult of masculinity." You have to convince them they're not "real men" unless they kill and conquer."

"First, it's important to note that rape and war didn't always go together. For instance, European colonists wrote astonished letters home about how "even these savages" -- by which they meant the residents of this continent they were invading -- didn't rape, not even their women prisoners. But those were wars of self-defense."

"The General: "Speaking of saints it puzzles me how so many soldiers could find a place on the same plane as monks and see their profession preferred to all peaceful, civilian professions if at all times war had been considered a necessary evil such as the liquor trade or perhaps something even worse. Evidently those Christian nations who recognize saints (not only the Russian ones but approximately also the others) have not only honored the military career but honored it in a very special manner; and of all professions it was the one which alone had the reputation of instructing its best representatives in the practice of sanctity. Such an opinion is contrary to the present movement against wars."

"Sometime she driveth o’er a soldier’s neck, And then dreams he of cutting foreign throats, Of breaches, ambuscadoes, Spanish blades, Of healths five fathom deep, and then anon Drums in his ear, at which he starts and wakes."

"He is a soldier fit to stand by Cæsar And give direction."

"God's soldier be he! Had I as many sons as I have hairs, I would not wish them to a fairer death: And so his knell is knoll'd."

"Blow, wind! come, wrack! At least we'll die with harness on our back."

"Fie, my Lord, fie! a soldier, and afear'd?"

"I said an elder soldier, not a better. Did I say, better?"

"I am a soldier and unapt to weep Or to exclaim on fortune's fickleness."

"Give them great meals of beef and iron and steel, they will eat like wolves and fight like devils."

"I thought upon one pair of English legs Did march three Frenchmen."

"Arm'd at point exactly, cap-à-pie."

"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."

"Soldiers, you brave guys, who are your fathers? Our fathers are Russian commanders, that's what our fathers are. Soldiers, you brave guys, who are your mothers? Our mothers are white tents, that's what our mothers are. Soldiers, you brave guys, who are your sisters? Our sisters are our sharp sabres and pikes, that's what our sisters are. Soldiers, you brave guys, who are your wives? Our wives are our loaded guns, that's what our wives are. Soldiers, you brave guys, who are your children? Our children are our well-aimed bullets, that's what our children are. Soldiers, you brave guys, who are your aunts? Our aunts are our ripped soles, that's what our aunts are. Soldiers, you brave guys, who are your grandfathers? Our grandfathers are glorious victories, that's what our grandfathers are. Soldiers, you brave guys, what is your glory? Our glory is Russian state, that's what our glory is."

"Most who join the military and go to war are young—18, 19 years old—and many have never been away from home. They have little experience of the world, let alone war, death, and killing. For them, and for all soldiers, combat is a complex mix of emotions that define the experience of war and shape the experience of coming home."

"It is vital... to establish facilities for providing sexual comfort [to the soldiers] as soon as possible."

"Jenny: You keep insisting you're not a soldier, but look at you, drawing up strategies like a proper general."

"Sonny: They're saps! Because they risk their lives for strangers."