I know I’m paranoid, but am I paranoid enough?
Confusion is the ally of the prepared.
The allocation of research money was a political act.
Jack ordered a bottle of pinot noir, and they perused the menu while they chatted. “So you were at Georgetown.” Melanie said it as a statement.
Tears released poisons from inside, poisons which if not released could be as deadly as the real kind. The.
Way to go, Dallas!
He had to grow his own NCOs.
He was learning to curse his newly acquired status as resident genius.
Cheating was a concept both foreign and integral to the fighting of wars.
Yeah, have a couple cases of beer sent out,” Commander Wood replied. It was the current joke between P-3C and submarine crews. “Thanks for the data. We’ll take it from here. Out.” Overhead, the Lockheed Orion increased power and turned southwest. The crewmen aboard would each hoist an extra beer or two at dinner, saying it was for their friends on the submarine.
The three wolves didn’t know that the sheep herd had three dogs in it. Big ones.
Jack, the world is full of people who can only feel big by making other people look small, and the bigger the target, the better they feel about it.
Throughout history, people have risked their lives for love, for patriotism, for principle, and for God far more often than fear has made them run away. Upon that fact depends progress. The.
Yet another proof that the drafters of the Constitution had made one simple but far-reaching error. They’d assumed that the people selected by The People to manage the nation would be as honest and honorable as they’d been. One could almost hear the “Oops!” emanating from all those old graves.
Efficiency was a concept foreign to most government agencies, not because there was anything wrong with the people, but because nobody had ever told them to do better.
When you dealt with explosives, you didn’t rush and you didn’t take chances.
History admires the wise, but it elevates the brave. – EDMUND MORRIS.
You may take the most gallant sailor, the most intrepid airman or the most audacious soldier, put them at a table together – what do you get? The sum of their fears.” – Winston Churchill.
There was nothing like an appeal to honor. It was a virtue that all craved, even those who lacked it. Fundamentally, honor was itself a debt, a code of behavior, a promise, something inside yourself that you owed to the others who saw it in you. Everyone in this room wanted all the others to look and see a person worthy of respect and trust, and honor.
We sink ships and try to pretend that they’re just ships – things without people in them. It’s dishonest, but we do it anyway.
It was scary, and it was lonely, but it was home for Sergeant Chavez.