When you're wounded and left on Afghanistan's plains and the women come out to cut up what remains jest roll to your rifle and blow out your brains and go to your gawd like a soldier.

Turn your wounds into wisdom.

It is only those who have neither fired a shot nor heard the shrieks and groans of the wounded who cry aloud for blood more vengeance more desolation. War is hell.

I am tired and sick of war. Its glory is all moonshine. It is only those who have neither fired a shot nor heard the shrieks and groans of the wounded who cry aloud for blood for vengeance for desolation. War is hell.

Remember as long as you live that nothing but strict truth can carry you through the world with either your conscience or your honor unwounded.

Everyone has a breaking point turning point stress point the game is permeated with it. The fans don't see it because we make it look so efficient. But internally for a guy to be successful you have to be like a clock spring wound but not loose at the same time.

The loss of a friend is like that of a limb time may heal the anguish of the wound but the loss cannot be repaired.

Here bring your wounded hearts here tell your anguish Earth has no sorrow that Heaven cannot heal.

My father was an immigrant who literally walked across Europe to get out of Russia. He fought in World War I. He was wounded in action. My father was a great success even though he never had money. He was a very determined man a great role model.

Where do you find the strength to brave a barrage of enemy fire and to bring your wounded friends to safety at great risk to your own life? Conviction.