Your people sell the weapons. My people use them.

You can pray and fight at the same time, Corporal. Especially if you learn how before things get rough. It’s important to have a philosophy of life . . . and of death.

It’s important to have a buddy like that. Somebody who’ll stop you from doing that really stupid thing you were gonna do just because you couldn’t think of anything better. -- unidentified soldier, eulogizing his dead buddy

Sergeant Tin said it would be easier to just call you Corporal. She said you go back and forth, promoted one day and busted the next.

Nobody ever kills everybody anywhere, big man. Somebody always gets away.

Food’s the killer. The clock starts as soon as the troops are on the ground. You wouldn’t believe how fast they consume what they’re carrying, and then … if I don’t get them more, if I don’t find them more … they die.

Some of the things that beat the shit out of you . . . can beat the bullshit out of you too.

No food, you die in weeks. No water, you die in days.

It’s a lot cleaner when Command kills you on purpose . . . than when they do it by accident.