Because when you’re really scared to do something … do it right away.
That’s it. Keep that edge. Fight like there’s no tomorrow.
You help us, they’ll lock you up for the rest of your life.
With all the god-awful suffering in this war, I suppose somebody ought to be enjoying it.
It’s important to have a buddy like that. Somebody who’ll stop you from doing that really stupid thing you were gonna do just because you couldn’t think of anything better. — unidentified soldier, eulogizing his dead buddy
A night in space can last a long time … or maybe it never ends.
Sergeant Tin said it would be easier to just call you Corporal. She said you go back and forth, promoted one day and busted the next.
Therm-bombs! Drop ’em right on us! I been roasted before—it’s nothing!
This is a Spartacan fighting knife. Heard of the Spartacan Scouts? Rough boys. This knife belonged to one of them. He died saving my life.
How long you been in the infantry, sir? Anything under ten miles counts as ‘almost there’.
This is what I hate most about guys like you. You didn’t even try.
Lieutenant Mortas is the black sheep of the family–I thought you knew that.
Nobody ever kills everybody anywhere, big man. Somebody always gets away.
I’ve had a lot of lieutenants over the years, and all the good ones were sick, sick individuals. You might be the best one yet.
Food’s the killer. The clock starts as soon as the troops are on the ground. You wouldn’t believe how fast they consume what they’re carrying, and then … if I don’t get them more, if I don’t find them more … they die.
Some of the things that beat the shit out of you . . . can beat the bullshit out of you too.
It’s a lot cleaner when Command kills you on purpose . . . than when they do it by accident.
You can pray and fight at the same time, Corporal. Especially if you learn how before things get rough. It’s important to have a philosophy of life . . . and of death.
Because if I ever get nailed, I don’t want you running out to get the same medicine. Believe me, if it’s you lying out there, I’m gonna make sure you’re alive before I go.
Good units walk a thin line between indiscipline and ineffectiveness. Ignore the rules too often and you’ve got a mob, but enforce the rules too strictly and you’ve got a herd.
Follow the plan until it goes to shit, and then kill everything that isn’t human.