Americans love to fight. All real Americans love the sting of battle.
If everyone is thinking alike, then somebody isn't thinking.
Don't tell people how to do things. Tell them what to do and let them surprise you with their results.
Don't be a fool and die for your country. Let the other sonofabitch die for his.
If you tell people where to go, but not how to get there, you'll be amazed at the results.
Never tell people how to do things. Tell them what to do and they will surprise you with their ingenuity.
Watch what people are cynical about, and one can often discover what they lack.
We herd sheep, we drive cattle, we lead people. Lead me, follow me, or get out of my way.
You need to overcome the tug of people against you as you reach for high goals.
Through the travail of the ages, Midst the pomp and toil of war, Have I fought and strove and perished Countless times upon this star. In the form of many people In all panoplies of time Have I seen the luring vision Of the Victory Maid, sublime.
Sometimes I think your life and mine are under the protection of some supreme being or fate, because, after many years of parallel thought, we find ourselves in the positions we now occupy.
No bastard ever won a war by dying for his country. He won it by making the other poor dumb bastard die for his country.
Americans play to win at all times. I wouldn't give a hoot and hell for a man who lost and laughed. That's why Americans have never lost nor ever lose a war.
The object of war is not to die for your country but to make the other bastard die for his.
Now in war we are confronted with conditions which are strange If we accept them we will never win. Since being realistic, as in mundane combats fistic We will get a bloody nose and that's a sin.