For Memorial Day: Four Great Movie Quotes ALL Fighting Men Love

“Now I want you to remember that no bastard ever won a war by dying for his country. He won it by making the other poor, dumb bastard die for his country. Men, all that stuff you’ve heard about America not wanting to fight, wanting to stay out of the war is a lot of horse dung.  American’s traditionally love to fight. All real Americans love the sting of battle.

“When you all were kids, you loved the champion marble shooter, the fastest runner, the big-league ball player, the toughest boxer. America loves a winner, and will not tolerate a loser.

“Americans play to win all the time. I wouldn’t give a hoot in hell for a man who lost and laughed. That’s why Americans never lost, and never will lose a war. Because the very thought of losing is hateful to Americans.

“Now an Army is a team. It lives, eats, sleeps, fights as a team. This individuality stuff is a bunch of crap. The bilious bastards who write that stuff about individuality in The Saturday Evening post don’t know anything more about battle than they do about fornicating.

“We have the finest food, equipment and the best spirit and the best men in the world. You know, by God, I actually pity those poor bastards we’re going up against. By God, I do. We’re not gonna just shoot the bastards, we’re gonna cut out their living guts and use them to grease the treads of our tanks. We’re gonna murder those lousy Hun bastards by the bushel.

“Now some of you boys, I know, are wondering whether you’ll chicken out under fire. Don’t worry about it. I can assure you that you’ll do your duty. The Nazi’s are the enemy. Wade into them. Spill their blood. Shoot them in the belly. When you put your hand in a bunch of goo that a moment before was your best friend’s face – you’ll know what to do.

“Now there’s another thing I want you to remember. I don’t want to get any messages saying we’re holding our position. We’re not holding anything. Let the Hun do that. We are advancing constantly, and we’re not interested in holding anything except the enemy. We’re going to hold onto him by the nose and we’re gonna kick him in the ass. We’re gonna kick the hell out of him all the time, and we’re gonna go through him like crap through a goose.

“There’s one thing you men will be able to say when you get back home – and you may thank God for it. Thirty years from now when you’re sitting by your fireside with your grandson on your knee and he asks, “What did you do in the Great World War II?” you wont have to say, “We’ll I shoveled s**t in Louisiana.”

“Alright now, you sons-of-bitches, you know how I feel.

“Oh, and I will be proud to lead you wonderful guys into battle anytime, anywhere.

“That’s all.”

~George C. Scott in the opening monologue of “Patton.”


“Sons of Scotland, I am William Wallace!

“Yes, I’ve heard about him. He kills men by the hundreds. If he were here, he’d consume the English with fireballs from his eyes and lightning bolts from his arse.

“I am William Wallace!

“And I see a whole army of my countrymen here in defiance of tyranny. You have come to fight as free men, and free men you are. What would you do without freedom? Will you fight?

“Aye, fight and you may die. Run and you’ll live – at least a while.

“And dying in your bed many years from now would you be willing to trade all the days from this day to that, for a chance, just one chance, to come back here and tell our enemies that they may take our lives, but they may never take our freedom!

“Alba gu bra!”

~Mel Gibson as William Wallace in “Braveheart.”


“My name is Maximus Decimus Meridius. Commander of the Armies of the North. General of the Felix Legion. Loyal servant to the true emperor, Marcus Aurelius. Father to a murdered son, husband to a murdered wife – and I will have my vengeance – in this life or the next.”

~Russel Crowe as Maximus in “Gladiator.”


“Don’t start nothin’, and there won’t be nothin.”

~Will Smith as Agent “J” in “Men in Black.”

It’s an Honor: An Open Letter to WordPress Bloggers and Those Who Read My Blog

“If you would not be forgotten as soon as you are dead and rotten, either write things worth reading, or do things worth the writing.” ~ Ben Franklin

On any given day, there are at least half a million blog posts on

It’s a dose of reality reminding me that my work is just another grain of sand on a long stretch of beach.

When it comes to writing, I’m a purist. I don’t do “musings,” or “ramblings.” Poetry’s not my bag, and I won’t be sharing recipes with you any time soon. There’s a place in the blogging world for all those things, I suppose. It’s just not particular cup of tea.

There’s an irony to my blogging posts. By day, I’m a private, guarded person with a close circle of only a few friends to whom the guard comes down. But at the keyboard, something magnificent happens because it allows transparency to flow.

I will share with you, the blogging world, my shortcomings, my failures, and more importantly the lessons learned. And I say a prayer before hitting the “publish” button that it will make a difference in someone’s life on any given day. It’s a powerful thing and an honor to be able to share.

Every writer’s greatest honor is to be read.

It’s a rush to sit in a rural corner of northeast Arkansas, USA, and see that someone in Gibraltar or the Netherlands, New Zealand or Indonesia has taken time out of his or her day to read your work.

It brightens my day when someone takes time to read and “like” the blog post of the day.

And whether they agree or disagree, it’s a thrill when a reader comments and gives feedback to the words you typed earlier in the morning.

I’m thankful to have a creative outlet to share an experience, thought or opinion.

And so know this: When you read my blog, you do me the highest honor, you make my day and you reinforce the purpose within me.

For that, I am thankful.

(Blogger‘s note: For the next two weeks, I’ll be blogging from Puerto Cayo, Ecuador with my wife where we’ll be sharing experiences from our own “Amazing Race.” See you on the equator.)