Military Power

The thing to remember boys, is flies spread diesese, so keep yours closed.

Custar was a pussy.

How much trouble am I in sir?
Trouble?
One Private being escorted by four NCIS Agents....
No Private, you have it all wrong. She's Mossad.

I have here a very old letter, written to a Mrs. Bixby in Boston. "Dear Madam: I have been shown in the files of the War Department a statement of the Adjutant-General of Massachusetts that you are the mother of five sons who have died gloriously on the field of battle. I feel how weak and fruitless must be any words of mine which should attempt to beguile you from the grief of a loss so overwhelming. But I cannot refrain from tendering to you the consolation that may be found in the thanks of the Republic they died to save. I pray that our heavenly Father may assuage the anguish of your bereavement, and leave you only the cherished memory of the loved and lost, and the solemn pride that must be yours to have laid so costly a sacrifice upon the altar of freedom. Yours very sincerely and respectfully, Abraham Lincoln."

Earn this.

Looks like you guys are going to be surrounded.
We're paratroopers, Lieutenant, we're supposed to be surrounded.

Have a lot of you guys been injured?
It's called wounded, Peanut. Injured is when you fall out of a tree or something.
Don't worry, there so much crap flying around, you're bound to get dinged sometime. Almost every one of these guys got hit at least once. Except for Ally, he's a two timer. He landed on broken glass in Normandy and got peppered by a potato masher. Now Bull? He got a piece of exploding tank in Holland. Now George Luz here... has never been hit. You're one lucky bastard.
Takes one to know one, Skip.
Huh, considered us blessed. Now Leibgott, the skinny little guy? He got pinged in the neck in Holland. And right next to him, the other skinny little guy, that's Popeye, he got shot in his scrawny little butt in Normandy. And, uh, Buck got shot in his rather large butt in Holland.
Yeah, kind of a Easy Company Tradition, getting shot in the ass.
Hey, even 1st Sergeant Lipton there, he got a couple of pieces of a tank shell burst in Caretan. One chunk in the face, the other chunk nearly took out his nuts.
How are those nuts, Sarge?
They're doing fine, Bill, nice of you to ask.

You wanna know if they're true or not. The stories about me? Did you ever notice with stories like that, everyone says they heard it from someone who was there. Then when you ask that person, they say they heard it from someone who was there. It's nothing new really. I bet if you went back two thousand years, you'd hear a couple centurions standing around yakking about how Tertius lopped off the heads of some Carthaginian prisoners.
Well, maybe they kept talking about it because they never heard Tertius deny it.
Maybe that's because Tertius knew there was some value to the men thinking he was the meanest, toughest sonofabitch in the whole Roman Legion.

Julia Kelly: I'm not afraid of the man who wants ten nuclear weapons, Colonel. I'm terrified of the man who only wants one.

Devoe: My personal agenda is my business. Now you are not in Washington anymore. You are in the real world, and in the real world there are nuclear arms heading for Iran. Now whether your agree with me or not, GET ME AUTHORIZED!

Ken: Colonel, the guy you bagged is Dr. Amir Teraki, Pakistani. PhD in Astrophysics, educated at Harvard.
Colonel Tom Devoe: That's right, people. We educated half the world's terrorists.

[Devoe phones Kodoroff, who is driving a truck loaded with stolen nuclear warheads]
Devoe: You watched CNN during Desert Storm. You remember all those television shots from the nose cone of the GBU missiles slammin' into those trucks? Remember that picture? How it kept gettin' closer and bigger on the screen... You'd just about see the faces of those drivers and then... Zap! The picture went dead, we didn't get to see what happened next. Well guess what, Alek? You will.