No sorrow. Only pain.

Behold the beast.

Like a wind from hell he sweeps by,

Blown far from his homeland in search of glory and honor!

Praying to God,

Asking His forgiveness,

For the innocent blood spilt by his sword.

He is the hero who will repulse the enemy

What we do in Life echoes in Eternity....

So he shall be there at your end.

And when you die

And you shall die........

Some of you think you won't fight. Some, that can't fight. You all say that until you're out there.

Sadly, we're all dead men. Sadly, we can not choose how. But, we can decide how we face that end in order that we are remembered as men.

We will not go quietly into the night!

We will not vanish without a fight!

Now, I want you to remember that no bastard ever won a war by dying for his country. He won it by the making the others bastards die for their country.

We're not just going to shoot the bastards. We're going to cut out their living guts.

You will spill their blood. Shoot them in the heart.

This green field right here was painted red, with the blood of young boys. Listen to their souls, men.

You listen. And you take a lesson from the dead. If we don't come together, right now, on this hallowed ground, we too, will be destroyed just like they were.

I don't care if you like each other or not. But you will respect each other. And maybe, I don't know, maybe we'll learn to fight this battle like men.

We will move swift. We will move silent. We will move deadly.

You're soldiers now. You will adapt. You will overcome. You will improvise.

And you will win.

Or...

Or you all going to crumble till we're finished.

We are in hell right now, and we can stay here, and get kicked out of us.

Unless we fight our way back into the light.

We can climb out of hell.

You know when you get old in life?

When you start losing things.

You only learn that when that happens.

I made every wrong choice a man could make.

I lost all my money. Pushed away anyone who has ever loved me.

You will find out that life is unfair.

The margin for error is so small.

One half step too late or to early you don't quite make it.

One half second too slow or too fast and you don't quite catch it.

We fight for that half second, that half step.

We tear ourselves and everyone around us to pieces for that half second, that half step.

That half second, that half step is the difference between winning and losing.

Between living and dying.

In any fight it is the guy who is willing to die who is going to win.

And if you are willing to live anymore, it is because, you will still willing to fight, and die for that half second, half step, because that is what living is.

You got to look at the guy next to you.

Look into his eyes.

I think you are going to see a guy who will go that half step with you.

You are going to see a guy, who will sacrifice himself for you, because he knows when it comes down to it, you are going to do the same thing for him.

You will work as one. Doing that you will be victorious.

(After telling this to the boys, I have another sin to carry. I can't even stand the face I see in the mirror. My guts...what guts? I'm a coward.

For all my sins I deserve no forgiveness. No sorrow. Only pain. It's what i'm getting now. The least I can do is to accept it with a smile.)