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The war does not end. End only the lives of the soldiers that fight in them.

Soldiers die, that will not change.

Soldiers goes straight to heaven, because in hell they have already visited.

The whole point in the uniform, only the uniform. Take away the military uniform and there is not one person who wanted to become a soldier.

Every soldier in my unit owes me one hundred Nazi scalps.

... Known us our soldiers, and we will save them in the memory of the people by name, personally and individually, because we the people, not the herd...

I am a soldier. Soldiers godforsaken country.
I'm a hero... so I guess.

Who doesn't paharniceni, he's not a soldier.

For anyone in the light of the earth doesn't mean so much as to the soldier. In those moments when he nestles up to her, long and clasping her in his arms, when under fire, fear of death makes him deeply buried in her face and all her body, she's his only friend, his brother, his mother. Her silent reliable intercessor, moaning and screaming, he confides his fear and his pain, and she takes them again and releases him for ten seconds, ten seconds, dashes, another ten seconds of life - and again pick him up, to conceal, sometimes forever.

Look at me - who was I? And what have I become? To put it mildly, everyone! Why? Yes, because I - Russian soldiers! A Russian soldier never gives up. A hell, he has nothing to lose. This is our main military secret.

- Slouchy, soldier! Soldiers, and when you was in the war, you face smeared with Shoe Polish, all sorts of dirt?
- No.
- When a shell hits, sew up the meat thread... take all of this?
- No.
And you did a necklace from the ears of the enemy?
- LEAVE me alone! NO!
- Yes, what you're a soldier, you're a sailor!

- My Lord, the soldiers have more enemies than stars in the sky!
- Well, when I was a kid, I always wanted to reach them with his sword.

The soldiers at the front usually changes his shirt only when it's crawling with lice.