Sergeant Rock/Quotes
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Private Cole: Why is it us? Why us? —Zulu
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Fourteen miles I carried you, sir! Pulled that arrow out of your leg, sir. Sliced that devil of a captain who pushed an axe in your face, sir, and I'm glad to see the scar's looking well. Killed that poor sentry lad just to steal his water bottle for you, sir. Looked into his dyin' face, sir, for you. Never asked for nothing in return, sir. Right, sir?
—Sergeant Jackrum, Monstrous Regiment
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In my day, we didn't have any fancy schmancy tanks! We had sticks! Two sticks and a rock for a whole platoon! And, we had to share the rock!
—Sergeant Major Johnson, Halo 2
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What in the seven hells of Chaos are you waiting for? Personal orders from the Emperor himself? When I say take that damned hill, I mean take that damned hill, not damn well stand around and stare at it! I don't care if there's fifty L'Huraxi up there. I don't care if there are fifty thousand L'Huraxi up there! Our orders are to take that hill and I'm going to damn well take that hill even if it means I have to kill every last one of the purple-skinned giants myself. Damn it, follow me, I'll show you how it's done. |
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That's it, get stuck in there. Medic! Stop whining, Brook, you've got another damned leg. D'ya think I cried like a damned new-born when I lost my arm? Course I damn well didn't. I upped and ripped that damned land shark's damned throat out with my damned teeth! That's it, Sergeant Reed, give 'em some Catachan steel. Emperor's teeth, their blood stinks. Get that heavy flamer into that trench, flush the damned Grox-heads out. That trench, you idiot, not this one! Oh yes, smell those aliens burn. Smells better than breakfast, don't it? |
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Give me that damn grenade. Do I have to do everything myself? See? That ain't proper armour like you'd see on an Imperial tank -- no it's flimsy, fall-down-in-a-strong-breeze, I-hope-they-don't-spit-at-me armour. I didn't really mean spit at it! You there! Yes you! Pick up Sergeant Creek's hand. The medics might be able to stick it on him again later. Don't stop now, you damned work-shy sons of acid-grubs, we're only damn well halfway up...
—Colonel "Iron Hand" Straken at the Battle of Moden's Ridge, Yaquit 27 campaign
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You will fight in the streets, and in the habs! You will fight for the enemy's death, not your own lives! You will fight and you will drive this alien filth from the Emperor's city. You will do these things, or you will face my wrath.
—Captain Denon of the Salamanders' 2nd Company, Battle for Kasr Lutien, Warhammer 40,000
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Staff Sergeant Johnson: Men, we led those dumb bugs out to the middle of nowhere to keep 'em from getting their filthy claws on Earth. But, we stumbled onto something they're so hot for, that they're scrambling over each other to get it. Now I don't care if it's God's own anti-son-of-a-bitch machine or a giant hula-hoop; We're not gonna let them have it! What we will let them have is a belly full of lead and a pool of their own blood to drown in! Am I right Marines?! —Halo
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