James F. Amos Quotes

Over all our happy country - over all our Nation spread, Is a band of noble heroes - is our Army of the Dead.

They died hard, those savage men - like wounded wolves at bay. They were filthy, and they were lousy, and they stunk. And I loved them.

The real heroes were my good buddies who died during the battles.

Men do not fight for flag or country, for the Marine Corps or glory or any other abstraction. They fight for one another. And if you came through this ordeal, you would age with dignity.

When this sad war is over we will all return to our homes, and feel that we can ask no higher honor than the proud consciousness that we belonged to the Army of the Potomac.

I would not trade you a billion dollars for the kids I led to combat in Vietnam or in fact any of the Marines that I served with for a quarter of a century.

Men do things for other men in war that they would never do in peace.

These guys that were standing up to fight, for the most part, had pride in their country, and they wanted to do the best, and they wanted to go out and fight, and I was as close to these Afghans as I was to the Marines.

If you speak to any soldier, even now, they say they are fighting for their friends. It always ends up that they're fighting for the man next to them.

Remembering servicemen and women who lost their lives for their country is not about you. It is not about your rights or what you believe in. It is about respect.

The Marines are like my West Highland Terrier. They get up every morning, they want to dig a hole, and they want to kill something.

There is no glory in war, yet from the blackness of its history, there emerge vivid colours of human character and courage. Those who risked their lives to help their friends.

I am not a hero but the brave men who died deserved this honor.

Soldiers willingly, sometimes foolishly, risk their own lives to keep their comrades out of enemy hands.

We owe our World War II veterans - and all our veterans - a debt we can never fully repay.

As young West Point cadets, our motto was 'duty, honor, country.' But it was in the field, from the rice paddies of Southeast Asia to the sands of the Middle East, that I learned that motto's fullest meaning. There I saw gallant young Americans of every race, creed and background fight, and sometimes die, for 'duty, honor, and their country.'

For as long as this nation has known war, we have embraced the heroes it has produced. Americans have rightfully noted the honor and nobility of courage under hostile fire and thanked those who perished in their defense.

Battle is the soldier's vital breath! Peace turns him into a stooping asthmatic. War makes him a whole man again, and gives him the heart, strength, and vigor of a hero.

Look, many of us here are regular marines... I will die as a marine because that is my dream.

I never thought anyone would pity me because of my time in the Marine Corps.

Here's a news flash: No soldier gives his life. That's not the way it works. Most soldiers who make a conscious decision to place themselves in harm's way do it to protect their buddies. They do it because of the bonds of friendship - and it goes so much deeper than friendship.

The heart and soul of a Navy SEAL is somebody who's committed to their country and committed to their teammates.

Dad's funeral was standing room only; most in attendance were strangers to me. At the back, a lone Marine stood silently, then left. People told me he'd saved their life or helped them in their darkest hour.

None of the Americans I spoke to want to nominate their sons for the Unknown Soldier.

When you go home, tell them of us and say, “For tomorrow these gave their today.”