Remember You Promised Them You Wouldn't Forget Ever. Take Time. It's Memorial Day.

These doomsday warriors look no more like soldiers than the soldiers of the Second World War looked like conquistadors. The more expert they become the more they look like lab assistants in small colleges

A soldier of the Legion lay dying in Algiers, There was a lack of woman's nursing, there was dearth of woman's tears; But a comrade stood beside him, while his lifeblood ebbed away

If my soldiers were to begin to think, not one would remain in the ranks

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

Soldiers are dreamers when the guns begin they think of firelight homes, clean beds, and wives

Our God and soldier we alike adore - Just at the brink of ruin not before - The danger past, both are alike requited; God is forgotten and the soldier slighted

We call Japanese soldiers fanatics when they die rather than surrender, whereas American soldiers who do the same thing are called heroes

I didn't raise my boy to be a soldier, I brought him up to be my pride and joy, Who dares to put a musket to his shoulder, To kill some other mother's boy

Our God and soldiers we alike adore ev'n at the brink of danger, not before After deliverance, both alike requited, Our God's forgotten, and our soldiers slighted