If A Man Does His

Why Is It That All Battles Are Fought In The Middle Of The Night, In Downpouring Rain, And At The Corners Of Four Different Maps?

A Pint Of Sweat, Saves A Gallon Of Blood.

I Have Studied The Enemy All My Life. I Have Read The Memoirs Of His Generals And His Leaders. I Have Even Read His Philosophers And Listened To His Music. I Have Studied In Detail The Account Of Every Damned One Of His Battles. I Know Exactly How He Will React Under Any Given Set Of Circumstances. And He Hasn't The Slightest Idea Of What I'm Going To Do. So When The Time Comes, I'm Going To Whip The Hell Out Of Him.

I Do Not Have To Tell You Who Won The War. You Know, The Artillery Did.

To Be A Successful Soldier You Must Know History. . . . What You Must Know Is How Man Reacts. Weapons Change But Man Who Uses Them Changes Not At All. To Win Battles You Do Not Beat Weapons - You Beat The Soul Of Man Of The Enemy Man.