Ex Military Quotes

You know, Savannah, if you cry, I won’t tell anyone, ’ Ken said quietly. ‘I promise.

I don't have much patience for people who enjoy limitless liberty while decrying those who get their hands dirty to make sure it exists for them.

It's the best thing in the world to save a life, no matter whose it is.

To survive one tragedy was to learn you cannot survive them all, and this knowledge was both a freedom and a great loss.

We adapt to our sorrows, I suppose, as unpleasant as they might be. One cannot weep forever. One simply runs dry of tears.

I miss it: the smell of sand, sweat, and gunpowder, rings of salt from dried sweat on my pants’ legs, and around my waist just under where my armor sits.

We'll fight, ' I interrupt. 'And if we die, that's how it ends. Fighting. With purpose.

Never diagnosed the enemy before.

These cumbersome vehicles were as convenient as if dinosaurs had survived to be used by cowboys for driving cattle

[A]s military history reveals, a bad plan is often better than no plan, especially if the people on the other side think it’s a good plan.

The thing about a marine is that they can be the nicest men and women you will ever meet, but when it comes to their duty there are none fiercer.

Educators are in the news, too. Usually that’s bad. I had a favorite college professor. He used to tell us, 'If you make CNN as a teacher, you’re probably going to jail.

Only the Army conducts an annual assessment, and they appear to do relatively little to analyze the problem, contributions to the problem, and potential solutions.

A good book should make you laugh, cry or pee your pants. The best do all three!

We live in a world that has walls and those walls need to be guarded by men with guns.

If you have the bad MOJO of a situation or a person riding you down you must first remove that saddle.

A murderer is a killer without a uniform.

... When Princes devote themselves rather to pleasure than to arms, they lose their dominions.

Don't waste yer' breath kid. Explainin' anything to that one? It's like tryin' ta' slap the dumb off a retard... -George Foster

The shrinks call it Posttraumatic Stress Disorder. I call it hell. The demons are waiting in each corner, ready to drag me back to the battlefield.- Puncture Wounds (2014)

The future you build for yourself is only as limited as your imagination and a undisciplined goal orientated mind.

There's no such thing as an ex-marine.

There was just something about a Delta boy. Physically, they were as good as men came. But add the whole warrior, protector, save-the-world attitude. Yeah, it worked for her.

Oh for Christ sakes. Ay carrumba, chimichanga. I have no idea what you’re saying, but shut your pretty pie hole.

Whatever you guys call it. Man up. Get your panties out of a wad. Put on your big boy shorts. Grow a set.

You’re going to let her wander into someone else’s arms? There’s another man who could protect her better than you? Well, if that’s true—

What are you? The pregnant MacGyver?” “Best compliment I’ve had in a while.

You know what? I don’t care about everyone. I never even cared about me. I cared about you.

Oh, a grenade. But where is the bamboo bazooka?

Eyes locked, they stared. She felt bleeding pain down to her soul.

And now I can’t breathe for wanting you. I woke up, and your eyes were on fire. You haven’t looked at me like that in years. All need. All want.

I’ve been waiting half an hour for you to wake up.” His voice was uneven and raspy. “Is that right?” she murmured.

Is that right?” she murmured.

Out of the military, out of the war, out of the only life they knew. Team Fear took the fall.

She blinked at him, mouth open. "Do you really think it's wise to insult a woman who's holdin' a needle this far away? - she held her fingers an inch apart - "From your Grand Master of Ceremonies?

You're so beautiful, " he told her. Her laughter tickled his ears. "You realize you're looking at my back, right?" "Mmm-hmmm. And it's a very beautiful back.

He'd made a decision today that he wasn't letting her push him out of his life again.

She wasn't entirely sure if she was being rescued or kidnapped.

She'd taken one look at him the first time they'd met and it was like her body had just erupted into a ball of heat and hunger.

When Dax turned to her, those blue eyes that reminded her of the Aegean Sea pinning her, all thought process left her mind.

Oh yeah, she wanted to be this man's prey in every way. She'd felt his brand of dominance and wanted more of it.

Men like him, the kind of guys who left the womb fighting? They didn’t get fairy-tale endings. They burned bright until they burned out—and he was burning out.

No, but I imagine there's a gun tucked away somewhere on your body. And I know what you can do with that, hotshot."He took a step toward her. "With what, sweetheart? With the gun? Or the body?

Friendly fire was never friendly, and it was coming. Operation Stand-and-Watch was over. Did that mean Operation Bust-His-Balls was on deck?

I thought you were more like GI Joe, but now that I know about the cape, you sound more like Superman." Mia Kensington to Colby Winters

No two snowflakes are alike and neither are the Soldier's in your charge. Don't make the mistake of treating your Soldier's like tangible things instead of the valued human assets they are.

Learning to accept help from others is not a sign of weakness it's a badge of courage reflecting mutual trust between the giver and the receiver.

A military leader thinks about casualties and losses, but a strategic one only aims the win.

Verily, there is no dishonor in death at the hands of a far superior enemy.

Differences disappear when faced with death.