I think about the sheer number of people who pulled together and I can barely comprehend it. My crewmates sacrificed a year of their lives to come back for me.
You didn’t get the quest you wanted, you got the one you could do.
There are no heroes or villains, just people caught and humbled by an awesome and catastrophic force.
Someone needs to fight, someone needs to sacrifice, someone needs to inspire, someone needs to be a hero.
Only a small part is played in great deeds by any hero.
To be a soldier takes some guts, some discipline, and some hardness. To be a deserter only takes the last.
Part of ... being a hero is knowing when you don’t need to be one anymore.
No man is a man until he has been a soldier.
Fear conquers fear. This is how we Spartans do it, counterpoising to fear of death a greater fear: that of dishonor. Of exclusion from the pack.
They fought the enemy, we fight fat living and self-pity. Shine, o shine, unfalsifying sun, on this sick scene.
He was just a man doing a job. A job whose primary attribute was self-restraint and self-composure, not for his own sake, but for those whom he led by his example.
War is the greatest evil Satan has invented to corrupt our hearts and souls. We should honor our soldiers, but we should never honor war.