I mean, we're tough but we don't kill our opponents and eat them.

We have not died in vain

The cowards never started and the weak died along the way. That leaves us, ladies and gentlemen. Us.

...and I haven't got to the bloody Japanese yet, with their poisoned stakes and booby traps and nasty habit of using prisoners for bayonet practice and no-surrender valour and fighting ability to match our own...almost.

I still have wounds, they are not scars yet but I’m soldiering on.

I don't think we are ready to die, any of us, not without being escorted.

I'm still glad that we didn't shake their hands. They were whiners and criers. Piss on them.

The dead didn’t mince words.

Dead men don't bite

The cowards never started and the weak died along the way — that leaves us.

We hadn't invented 'Not Invented Here', yet.

They will never forgive us, that we did not accept being slain or gassed a little.

I've not yet begun to fight!

We may be through with the past, but the past is not through with us.