The one minute. The soldier’s minute. In a battle, that’s all you get. One minute of everything at once. And anything before is nothing. Everything after, nothing. Nothing in comparison to that one minute.
Pick your battles. Don’t let them pick you.
You underestimate your enemy in battle, odds are you won’t live to see another.
Battle is a joyous thing. When we see that our cause is just, tears come to our eyes. A sweet delight fills our hearts.
In battle, choose your weapon wisely. All right? Some people choose a gun. I choose a Phillips-head screwdriver.
There are things you can’t control. There are battles you lose. At the end of the day, the only thing we have is the people we trust.
Battle is not a simulation. It’s blood and screams and funerals.
There are battles you lose even if you win.
Words are fine, but they don’t win battles.[to Alfred]
We’ll carry on with this fight. We can lose every battle, except the last.
We humans can get in a few good licks in battle before we surrender.
There’s a price to every battle. A gladiator’s willingness to pay is what defines him.
