You take a standard-issue GI sock, cram it with as much Comp' B as it can hold, rig up a simple fuse, then coat the whole thing with axle grease. Now, when you throw it, it should stick. lt's a bomb that sticks. A sticky bomb. Come up with a better way to knock the tracks off a tank, I'm all ears.
l looked in a German dictionary. There's no fubar in there.
This is good, now we gotta surrender our socks.
Part of me thinks the kid's right. He asks what he's done to deserve this. He wants to stay here, fine. Let's leave him and go home. But then another part of me thinks, what if by some miracle we stay, then actually make it out of here. Someday we might look back on this and decide that saving Private Ryan was the one decent thing we were able to pull out of this whole godawful, shitty mess. Like you said, Captain, maybe we do that, we all earn the right to go home.
Sergeant, we have crossed some strange boundary here. The world has taken a turn for the surreal.
When was the last time you felt good about anything?
We came down like a fucking meteor. And that is how we ended up.
Don't shoot! Let them burn!
War educates the senses, calls into action the will, perfects the physical constitution, brings men into such swift and close collision in critical moments that man measures man.
sometimes she'd come home early, and I'd pretend to be asleep. She'd stand in the doorway looking at me... and I'd just keep my eyes shut. And I knew she just wanted to find out about my day - that she came home early... just to talk to me. And I still wouldn't move... I'd still pretend to just be asleep. I don't know why I did that.
If God be for us, who could be against us?
This Ryan better be worth it. He better go home and cure some disease, or invent a longer-lasting light bulb or something.
Well, from my way of thinking, sir, this entire mission is a serious misallocation of valuable military resources.
Hey, Doc, I got a mother, all right? I mean, you got a mother. Sarge's got a mother. I mean, shit, I bet even the captain's got a mother. Well, maybe not the captain, but the rest of us got mothers.
That boy is alive. We are gonna send somebody to find him. And we are gonna get him the hell... outta there.
I just got the wind knocked out of me. I'm fine.