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.

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

"Why me?" That is the soldier's first question, asked each morning as the patrols go out and each evening as the night settles around the foxholes.

Mine was still the stronger side. I was beloved by the soldiery, who generally care very little what god they serve so long as they are caressed by their king. (“The Story of Prince Alasi and the Princess Firouzkah”)

A lady who sets her heart upon a lad in uniform must prepare to change lovers pretty quickly, or her life will be but a sad one.

I've seen lots of good stuff that Soldiers have done that never gets reported, ... Soldiers and Marines, they do good things every day and the news never reports it... bad news sells, I know that much.