Tomorrow we goes into battle, so Lordy, let me fight with the rifle in one hand, and the Good Book in the other. So that if I may die at the muzzle of the rifle… die on water, or on land, I may know that you blessed Jesus almighty are with me… and I have no fear.
The path of the righteous man is beset on all sides by the inequities of the selfish and the tyranny of evil men. Blessed is he who, in the name of charity and good will, shepherds the weak through the valley of the darkness, for he is truly his brother’s keeper and the finder of lost children. And I will strike down upon thee with great vengeance and furious anger those who attempt to poison and destroy My brothers. And you will know I am the Lord when I lay My vengeance upon you.
The war tore a hole in the sky, the sun came down, burnt everything, everyone, I wandered, I didn’t really know what I should do or where I was going. I was just moving from place to place,trying to stay alive.And then one day I heard this voice.I don’t know how to explain it, it’s like it was coming from inside me. But I could hear it clear as day. Clear as I can hear you talking to me now. It told me to carry the book west, it told me that a path would be laid out before me, that I’d be led to a place where the book would be safe it told me I’d be protected,against anyone or anything that tried to stand in my way. If only I would have faith. That was thirty years ago and I’ve been walking ever since
That’s disconcerting.
Those must be comfortable shoes, I bet you could walk all day in shoes like those and not feel a thing.
I guess after Tommy was killed, Andy decided he’d been here just about long enough. Andy did like he was told, buffed those shoes to a high mirror shine. The guards simply didn’t notice. Neither did I… I mean, seriously, how often do you really look at a man’s shoes?
There is one item of G.I. gear that can be the difference between a live grunt and a dead grunt. Socks, cushion, sole, O.D. green. Try and keep your feet dry when we’re out humpin’. I want you boys to remember to change your socks wherever we stop. The Mekong will eat a grunt’s feet right off his legs.
Drop your socks and grab your crocs, we’re about to get wet on this ride.
It’s time to nut up or shut up.
Let’s kick the tires and light the fires, big daddy!
Is that you in that beautiful car? Geez, what a waste of machinery!
Dude, where’s my car?
…off on the Road to Morocco!
Wagon Train’s a really cool show, but did you notice they never get anywhere? They just keep wagon training.
Follow the yellow brick road.
I’m gonna kick your ass around the block for drill, man.
Wait a minute. Who’s directing this, you or me? Let me check. [looks down at chair] That’s my ass. That’s my ass in the director’s chair. Shit, I must be the director!
I’m ready for my close-up, Mr. DeMille!
I must have killed more men than Cecil B. DeMille.
I felt a great disturbance in the Force, as if millions of voices suddenly cried out in terror and were suddenly silenced. I fear something terrible has happened.