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Whether it was Spartans repelling Persian invaders, samurais charging Gatling-gun fortified Imperial positions, or the venerable Swiss Guard holding their ground against mercenaries hoping to loot St. Peter’s Basilica, the world is ripe with stories of a few standing against many. Most end in utter annihilation, but it is not the loss that is remembered; rather, the undaunted courage of those brave enough to stand tall in the face of certain death.
“I received a note from President Glass.” His eyebrows pressed together. “When?” “Two days ago.” “How? Who delivered it?” “General Carr.” Chappie nodded. “Carr’s a good man. Did he personally confirm that she’s still alive?” “Yes.” “Then it’s all true… the murders, the bombings, the attack against her.” “We don’t know that. We only have his word that—” “Carr’s word is enough.”
Even if they had, it was important to remember that tactical vests weren’t about making their wearer bulletproof; they were about increasing the odds of surviving a mistake.
“Fine,” she said with a sigh. “But we’ll never have any friends.” “That’s all right. Friends are overrated.”
Neither alternative was great, but he had always believed that when faced with two crappy choices, it was best to pick the one that didn’t involve turning your back.
luck is the gentle kiss of God, granted only to those who deserve it most.”
Plan it. Execute it. Analyze it. It was the only way to continue to improve.
Blood of the enemy was something to be honored, not shunned.
He had learned a long time ago never to call a fight over until all the bodies had been counted.
“I believe it was Einstein who said, ‘Coincidence is God’s way of remaining anonymous.’”
