My Dad Was In The Army. The Army's Not Great Pay, But, You Know, We Moved From Army Patch To Army Patch Wherever That Was. The Army Also Contributed To Sending Me Off To Boarding School.
And The One Job My Father Knew Of, That He'd Had Experience Of Himself, Was The Army, So He Could Help Me In That Direction.
If The Army Helped Towards My Tuition Fees I Would Then Give Them Four Years Of My Life.
I Guess If You're Stupid Enough To Join The Army Without Thinking About Getting Shot At, Then You Really Are A Fool.
I Have My Own Army In The Nypd, Which Is The Seventh Biggest Army In The World. I Have My Own State Department, Much To Foggy Bottom's Annoyance. We Have The United Nations In New York, And So We Have An Entree Into The Diplomatic World That Washington Does Not Have.
Snow Pursued By The Wind Is Not Wholly Unlike A Retreating Army. In The Open Field It Ranges Itself In Ranks And Battalions; Where It Can Get A Foothold It Makes A Stand; Where It Can Take Cover It Does So. You May See Whole Platoons Of Snow Cowering Behind A Bit Of Broken Wall.
An Army's Bravest Men Are Its Cowards. The Death Which They Would Not Meet At The Hands Of The Enemy They Will Meet At The Hands Of Their Officers, With Never A Flinching.
Admiral. That Part Of A Warship Which Does The Talking While The Figurehead Does The Thinking.
