“I’m not one for sentimental speeches, but I suppose I should say this, Save the world, would you? Don’t let the boys fighting this war die for nothing. Bring good back into fashion, and tell the dark that they can kiss every ass in the 31st Battalion”

“Well, gentleman, today is the day we die for this world. So our families can live long and happy lives, our wives can move on and the sun can keep shining on good people. From here on, you ain’t from anywhere. You ain’t commanded by anyone. You are killers and nothing more. Tooth and claw, we keep on killing till the bell rings and the reaper’s at the front door, hoo-rah!”

“Well, in case you never get the chance, you my friend are Old Testament Angel material. I mean you’re named after the Angel of goddamn Death. When I served with you in Siberia, China, and Mexico. You didn’t kill monsters and men the same way we do. There’s a duty in your eyes when you do it like you exist on this Earth for that one purpose”