Quotes From Band Of Brothers Novelas e Histórias

Certain quotes stick with people. A penny saved is a penny earned, give a man a fish and you feed him for a day, teach him to fish and you feed him for a lifetime. For Warren Vandal, the immortal words of Coach Macintosh play themselves over and over, as he prepares to go into battle for the second time in his life.

she muttered as she closed her eyes and rested. *********************************************** “Because brothers don’t let each other wander in the dark alone.” – Jolene Perry

,I drink my scotch fast and sit. "I'm ready, Derek comes to hold my hands down, the convoy...",Lucas squeezes my shoulder. "I can't imagine going through that but remember we are here at home",I nod and stare at my brother who smiles but I see worry fill his eyes. Mitch and Lucas dig their sharp nails in my neck and I hiss in pain. Like a movie memories pour out and I'm sitting in the convoy and the explosion is massive and I'm thrown. Hannah keeps going through my mind as I crawl to Bruce who is bleeding out. He reaches for me but is shot. I scream his name as my Sargeant yanks me back. I feel pain as I look at my brothers all over the ground. I screamed as I struggle to get to my men.

The huge lump sat down with such force my camp bed rattled, along with my shattered ribs. “You’re not gonna die, boss!” he opened merrily. “I’ve heard it’s important to keep talking, you know to keep going at times like this. I'll tell you that battle. Fuck me. Fuck me with a rancid pickle. It was intense. I mean it was going off! I’ve never seen wolves like it. Have you seen the bandages on me? Thought I was going to lose my goddamn calf til you showed up.”

“I was up against years of loyalty with no proof until it was too late. It would only have been wise to question me. I questioned myself multiple times if he was just an asshole.” I let my hand drop and I caught her gaze, locking her eyes to mine. “It won’t happen again. I promise. Na moyey dushe.” [On my soul.] “It’s okay, Marek. It’s not a big deal. I’ve been through worse by worse people. My brother was stupid. He used a mercenary team instead of himself and his segugi.”

Marcus found me standing at the ridge, overlooking the valley where the enemy camp sprawled below — a nest of tents and faint torchlight scattered like dying fireflies. He didn’t say anything at first. Just stood beside me, staring down at the same nightmare. When he finally spoke, his voice was quiet. “You’re still bleeding through your bandages.” “I noticed.” He sighed. “You know, it’s not bravery if you’re too stubborn to admit you’re dying.” “Then I’ll die stubborn,” I said, eyes fixed on the horizon. He huffed a short, humorless laugh. “You’re impossible.” “And yet you stay.”

“Don’t call me until you fix what you’d done wrong.” The line went dead. The scarred man laughed softly, almost pitying. “Damn. Your brother’s cold.” He stepped closer. “Guess you’re useless to us now.” He raised the gun and pointed it at me. “Let’s just hope you’re worth something after you’re dead.” … “Don, we’ve searched everywhere,” Lorenzo said, stepping up beside Matteo. “Looks like the Moretti cleaned out the place after they killed that woman.” He held something small in his hand.

It only meant that there really was hope waiting at the end of this extremely long tunnel. And we will get there. All of us. “You did well, brothers,” I whispered after some time as I stared at their pictures. “I am so proud of all of you. Thank you for the hard work, for the friendship, and for sticking with a team leader like me. Rest assured; we will not let your sacrifices in vain. We will continue the fight… until the end.” The twins patted me on the shoulder. Tristan handed me a wine glass. I turned to our remaining members, to our brothers. I raised my glass and said, “Here’s a toast to our brothers' bravery. May their souls rest in peace. Cheers to a life well-lived!”

He had died saving me from a dangerous group, and his cheerful spirit and loyalty had made him loved by all of us. "He would have loved tonight," Luna said softly. "He would have been the loudest one, cracking jokes, and first to dive into anything silly." "He was family," Torch added, raising his beer in a toast. "Still is, even though we can't see him." We all raised our drinks—beer, whiskey, or water for those staying sober and alert. It was a silent tribute to those we lost, brothers who fought in battles they didn't ask for but took on anyway.

"I'm sorry I failed you. I'm so sorry." "You think that was on you?" He says with humor in his voice. "Oh man c'mon. You know as well as I do that those things happen. Hell, we had a training exercises on the very thing. We got ambushed, end of discussion." I nod my head not entirely convinced but happy enough to know he holds no grudge. "Now, go get your girl and do me a favor. Get some help. We may be soldiers but ain't nothing worth a damn to fight for, if they ain't there." I smile then say goodbye for the very last time to my brother.