Is bravery, then, no more than pride? Because there are none to witness the shame shall I retreat?
Is it then so terrible to kill an enemy in war--an enemy who has surprised a secret vital to the safety of one's self and comrades--an enemy more formidable for his knowledge than all his army for its numbers?
Whatever may occur, do what you conceive to be your duty.
The soldier never becomes wholly familiar with the conception of his foes as men like himself; he cannot divest himself of the feeling that they are another order of beings, differently conditioned, in an environment not altogether of the earth.
Death is a dignitary who when he comes announced is to be received with formal manifestations of respect, even by those most familiar with him.
Fear has no brains; it is an idiot.