War is simple, direct, and ruthless.
Live for something rather than die for nothing.
The highest obligation and privilege of citizenship is bearing arms.
We herd sheep, we drive cattle, we lead people. Lead me, follow me, or get out of my way.
I don’t fear failure. I only fear the slowing up of the engine inside of me which is saying, ‘Keep going, someone must be on top, why not you?
Why is it that all battles are fought in the middle of the night, in downpouring rain, and at the corners of four different maps?