The Dogs of War Quotes

“… Shannon’s fingers itched to smash the man in the face. Inside his head he kept telling himself,
Keep cool, baby, absolutely cool.”
― Frederick Forsyth, The Dogs of War

“Vive la mort, vive la guerre, vive le sacre mercenaire”
― Frederick Forsyth, The Dogs of War

“The natives who saw him walking alone, and later brought him back to the town for burial, said he was whistling when he went. Being simple peasants, growers of yams and cassava, they did not know what the whistling was. It was a tune called "Spanish Harlem.”
― Frederick Forsyth, The Dogs of War

“the”
― Frederick Forsyth, The Dogs of War

“astern”
― Frederick Forsyth, The Dogs of War

“penguin.co.uk”
― Frederick Forsyth, The Dogs of War

“That…be not told of my death, Or made to grieve on account of me, And that I be not buried in consecrated ground, And that no sexton be asked to toll the bell, And that nobody is wished to see my dead body, And that no mourners walk behind me at my funeral, And that no flowers be planted on my grave, And that no man remember me, To this I put my name. —Thomas Hardy”
― Frederick Forsyth, The Dogs of War