364 Quotes About Soldiers

My mother used to say that rain here pours like a blessing, like a thick veil that parts to reveal the bride's face. But nearly every day, when this rain parted, it revealed a long line of soldiers, like you, like death, marching toward us, and we would scatter with a practiced silence and hide.

Trench dirt didn't always wash out, I am sure.

Bless God, he went as soldiers,His musket on his breast—Grant God, he charge the bravestOf all the martial blest!Please God, might I behold himIn epauletted white—I should not fear the foe then—I should not fear the fight!

Sorrow is also a terrible weapon of destruction, one that kills from the inside out.

The side of the base, that only hours before had been the site of a company of artillery pieces, is now gone. All of the men, the machines and even the very earth they stood on – are gone.

The war draws you into it and changes you forever. That’s what war does best.

What is war? Most of it is time spent waiting, woven with bursts of intensity. Time seemed to slow and every second labored by, lacquered with anxiousness as the soldiers stood in a formation, surrounding one building that had been spared the chaos.

Die Schwierigkeit mit dem Krieg ist, dass die Leute, die ihn wollen, nicht erwarten, in ihm zu sterben. Und die Schwierigkeit mit unserer Erinnerung ist, dass sie vergisst und verändert und verfälscht, um zu überleben. Sie macht den Tod zu einem Abenteuer, wenn der Tod dich verfehlt. Aber der Tod ist kein Abenteuer: Töten ist der Sinn des Krieges, - nicht Überleben.

Now that she saw Germans daily, with their bright blue eyes and shaggy beards, hearing their "Danke, Fraulein" for the soup, she struggled to understand why they and French and British lads had spent four years killing one another.Of course, she knew about the German atrocities in Belgium. She knew what terrible brutality they had caused in 1914. But surely there weren't the ones who had done it. How did one nation produce both humble souls and killers?