Valor glory firmness skill generosity steadiness in battle and ability to rule – these constitute the duty of a soldier. They flow from his own nature.
I have seen soldiers panic at the first sight of battle and a wounded squire pulling arrows out from his wound to fight and save his dying horse. Nobility is not a birth right but is defined by ones action.
These in the day when heaven was falling The hour when earths foundations fled Followed their mercenary calling And took their wages and are dead. The British regulars who made the retreat from Mons beginning August 24 1914.
What passing-bells for these who die as cattle? Only the monstrous anger of the guns. Only the stuttering rifles rapid rattle Can patter out their hasty orisons.
One of mans finest qualities is described by the simple word guts the ability to take it. If you have the discipline to stand fast when your body wants to run if you can control your temper and remain cheerful in the face of monotony or disappointment you have guts in the soldiering sense. This ability to take it must be trainedthe training is hard mental as well as physical. But once ingrained you can face and flail the enemy as a soldier and enjoy the challenges of life as a civilian.
Soldiers are sworn to action; they must win Some flaming fatal climax with their lives. Soldiers are dreamers; when the guns begin They think of firelit homes clean beds and wives.
O Love! they die in yon rich sky They faint on hill or field or river: Our echoes roll from soul to soul And grow forever and forever. Blow bugle blow! set the wild echoes flying! And answer echoes answer! dying dying dying.
You know weve had to imagine the war here and we have imagined that it was being fought by aging men like ourselves. We had forgotten that the wars were fought by babies. When I saw those freashly shaved faces it was a shock. My God my God I said to myself its the Childrens Crusade.
I know that I shall meet my fate Somewhere among the clouds above; Those that I fight I do not hate Those that I guard I do not love; My country is Kiltartan Cross My countrymen Kiltartans poor.
Valor glory firmness skill generosity steadiness in battle and ability to rule – these constitute the duty of a soldier. They flow from his own nature.
I gave my life for freedom – This I know; For those who bade me fight had told me so.
A good soldier like a good horse cannot be of a bad color.
Every citizen should be a soldier. This was the case with the Greeks and Romans and must be that of every free state.
Men are April when they woo December when they wed And maids are May when they are maids But the sky changes when they are wives.
But whether on the scaffold high Or in the battles van The fittest place where man can die Is where he dies for man!
RECRUIT n. A person distinguishable from a civilian by his uniform and from a soldier by his gait.
I have seen soldiers panic at the first sight of battle and a wounded squire pulling arrows out from his wound to fight and save his dying horse. Nobility is not a birth right but is defined by ones action.
Valor glory firmness skill generosity steadiness in battle and ability to rule these constitute the duty of a soldier. They flow from his own nature.
These in the day when heaven was falling The hour when earths foundations fled Followed their mercenary calling And took their wages and are dead. The British regulars who made the retreat from Mons beginning August 24 1914.
Uncommon valor was a common virtue.
What passing-bells for these who die as cattle? Only the monstrous anger of the guns. Only the stuttering rifles rapid rattle Can patter out their hasty orisons.
One of mans finest qualities is described by the simple word guts the ability to take it. If you have the discipline to stand fast when your body wants to run if you can control your temper and remain cheerful in the face of monotony or disappointment you have guts in the soldiering sense. This ability to take it must be trainedthe training is hard mental as well as physical. But once ingrained you can face and flail the enemy as a soldier and enjoy the challenges of life as a civilian.
Soldiers are sworn to action; they must win Some flaming fatal climax with their lives. Soldiers are dreamers; when the guns begin They think of firelit homes clean beds and wives.
There is many a boy here today who looks on war as all glory but boys it is all hell.
O Love! they die in yon rich sky They faint on hill or field or river: Our echoes roll from soul to soul And grow forever and forever. Blow bugle blow! set the wild echoes flying! And answer echoes answer! dying dying dying.
When you go home Tell them of us and say For your tomorrow We gave our today.
You know weve had to imagine the war here and we have imagined that it was being fought by aging men like ourselves. We had forgotten that the wars were fought by babies. When I saw those freashly shaved faces it was a shock. My God my God I said to myself its the Childrens Crusade.
I know that I shall meet my fate Somewhere among the clouds above; Those that I fight I do not hate Those that I guard I do not love; My country is Kiltartan Cross My countrymen Kiltartans poor.
The soldiers fight and the kings are heroes.