I smell the scared
The object of war is not to die for your country. But make sure the other bastard die for his (General S Patton)
Courage is fear hold a minute (General S Patton)
These savages died hard, like wounded wolves at bay. They were dirty, noisy and smelled. And I wanted (General Douglas MacArthur)


We few, we happy few, we band of brothers;
For he to-day that sheds his blood with me
Shall be my brother; be he ne’er so vile,
This day shall gentle his condition:
And gentlemen in England now a-bed
Shall think themselves accursed they were not here,
And hold their manhoods cheap whiles any speaks
That fought with us upon Saint Crispin’s day