Alder's Bridge was re-named Brockville, after the first soldier fatality of World War Two!
Every dead soldier has a face, a story, and a bereaved family.
He was a brave soldier and a wise teacher.
"Should be there," the other soldier said.
It was not likely for the paths of a soldier and a member of the political elite to cross paths, but he was the closest thing she had ever had to a friend since leaving her home at the age of four.
The soldier looked over his subdued rank then at Dan and Elise.
Prince Andrew took out his purse and gave the soldier three gold pieces.
The medic and another man placed the injured soldier on a portable litter and rose, ready.
A fat major skirted a bush, puffing and falling out of step; a soldier who had fallen behind, his face showing alarm at his defection, ran at a trot, panting to catch up with his company.
"No one who went west returned," the soldier said with a curious look at her.
He was not old enough to be a soldier, but he could be a scout--and a good scout he was.
The soldier to whom the laughers referred was Dolokhov.
He said to a soldier who stood at the door, "Tell your story again."
The shapely figure of the fair-haired soldier, with his clear blue eyes, stepped forward from the ranks, went up to the commander in chief, and presented arms.
"Still our country," the PMF soldier said.
De Boisy, a nobleman and soldier, had been employed in various affairs of state, but in 1560, at the age of thirty-eight, settled down on his ancestral estates and married Francoise de Sionnay, a Savoyard like himself, and an heiress.
William Gifford Palgrave (1826-1888) went to India as a soldier after a brilliant career at Charterhouse School and Trinity College, Oxford; but, having become a Roman Catholic, he was ordained priest and served as a Jesuit missionary in India, Syria, and Arabia.
During World War II, when General Patton got sacked for slapping a soldier whom he regarded as cowardly, the Germans couldn't believe it: Their officers could have soldiers shot without trial!
After the services were over the soldier-sailors showed us around.
"We can send someone to fix it," the soldier in gray said.
The soldier flashed a smile as he started down the narrow pathway lining the canal.
The soldier led them up a set of stairs winding around smaller buildings and into a building apart from the rest.
The submarine bumped against the dock on the other side of the river, and the soldier turned it off.
"Yes," said the soldier; "but I shaved them off long ago, and since then I have risen from a private to be the Chief General of the Royal Armies."
"Well," said the soldier, "about two hours ago I was on guard at the gate of the queen's park.
When the soldier is hit by a cannonball, rags are as becoming as purple.
The soldier with the swollen cheek looked angrily at the cavalry singers.
Lana asked suddenly, surprised to see the elite soldier had it at her waist.
The other soldier cursed.
Brady stopped and waited for the soldier to approach.
A single PMF soldier in gray stood waiting.
He declared that "a soldier who fights in the ranks does not require half so much courage as a footpad"--"that honor and religion have never stood in the way of a well-considered and a firm resolve."
A morose soldier marching on the left turned his eyes on Bagration as he shouted, with an expression that seemed to say: "We know that ourselves!"
Planey looked from Brady to the soldier before motioning them down another hallway and quickening his step.
"You don't look like a spec ops soldier," he said, referring to the black uniform Elise insisted she wear.
Hitherto General Roca had been regarded only in his capacity as a soldier, and not from the point of view of an administrator.
"Just see where it carries to!" a soldier near by said sternly, looking round at the sound.
It's a shame for a soldier to steal; a soldier must be honest, honorable, and brave, but if he robs his fellows there is no honor in him, he's a scoundrel.
On seeing these peasants, who were evidently still amused by the novelty of their position as soldiers, Pierre once more thought of the wounded men at Mozhaysk and understood what the soldier had meant when he said: "They want the whole nation to fall on them."
"Look out!" came a frightened cry from a soldier and, like a bird whirring in rapid flight and alighting on the ground, a shell dropped with little noise within two steps of Prince Andrew and close to the battalion commander's horse.
The handsome young soldier who had brought the wood, setting his arms akimbo, began stamping his cold feet rapidly and deftly on the spot where he stood.
"Better you don't know," the PMF soldier said with a smile.
"See you tomorrow, Jim," the soldier awaiting her said to the other solider.
She checked her micro and did as the PMF soldier said, heading due west.
A few minutes later, the soldier reappeared with a tall man with a sharp gaze and quick smile.
His capabilities as a soldier have been generally recognized by competent authorities.
CAVALIER, a horseman, particularly a horse-soldier or one of gentle birth trained in knightly exercises.
But Charles, though a brave soldier and good military organizer, was neither a capable statesman nor a skilful general.
In vain the fiery young soldier strove to break loose from the shackles which hampered him.
As a soldier Bern was remarkable for his excellent handling of artillery and the rapidity of his marches.
Though himself a plain and almost illiterate soldier, he was a founder of schools, and he also provided medical attendance for the poor of Rome, by appointing a physician for each of the fourteen districts of the city.
Like Napoleon, with whom he has often been compared, he was equally illustrious as a soldier, a statesman, an orator, a legislator and an administrator.
A son of William Thistlewood, and born at Tupholme in Lincolnshire, young Thistlewood passed his early years in a desultory fashion; he became a soldier and visited France and America, imbibing republican opinions abroad and running into debt at home.
What is this? shouted the regimental commander, thrusting forward his jaw and pointing at a soldier in the ranks of the third company in a greatcoat of bluish cloth, which contrasted with the others.
In the second file from the right flank, beside which the carriage passed the company, a blue- eyed soldier involuntarily attracted notice.
"What a fine fellow you are, friend!" said the Cossack to a convoy soldier with a wagon, who was pressing onto the infantrymen who were crowded together close to his wheels and his horses.
"A million all but one!" replied a waggish soldier in a torn coat, with a wink, and passed on followed by another, an old man.
"Sell me the missis," said another soldier, addressing the German, who, angry and frightened, strode energetically along with downcast eyes.
The Russian officer in charge of the transport lolled back in the front cart, shouting and scolding a soldier with coarse abuse.
It was already quite dark when Prince Andrew rattled over the paved streets of Brunn and found himself surrounded by high buildings, the lights of shops, houses, and street lamps, fine carriages, and all that atmosphere of a large and active town which is always so attractive to a soldier after camp life.
Prince Andrew rode up and was just putting his question to a soldier when his attention was diverted by the desperate shrieks of the woman in the vehicle.
One soldier, in his fear, uttered the senseless cry, "Cut off!" that is so terrible in battle, and that word infected the whole crowd with a feeling of panic.
The regimental commander and Major Ekonomov had stopped beside a bridge, letting the retreating companies pass by them, when a soldier came up and took hold of the commander's stirrup, almost leaning against him.
The soldier was pale, his blue eyes looked impudently into the commander's face, and his lips were smiling.
Captain Tushin, having given orders to his company, sent a soldier to find a dressing station or a doctor for the cadet, and sat down by a bonfire the soldiers had kindled on the road.
With the soldier, an infantry officer with a bandaged cheek came up to the bonfire, and addressing Tushin asked him to have the guns moved a trifle to let a wagon go past.
Then a cheerful soldier ran up, begging a little fire for the infantry.
If the thought that things looked bad chanced to enter anyone's head, he tried to be as cheerful as befits a good soldier and not to think of the general trend of affairs, but only of the task nearest to hand.
One fair-haired young soldier of the third company, whom Prince Andrew knew and who had a strap round the calf of one leg, crossed himself, stepped back to get a good run, and plunged into the water; another, a dark noncommissioned officer who was always shaggy, stood up to his waist in the water joyfully wriggling his muscular figure and snorted with satisfaction as he poured the water over his head with hands blackened to the wrists.
One of the wounded, an old soldier with a bandaged arm who was following the cart on foot, caught hold of it with his sound hand and turned to look at Pierre.
This soldier was looking at the cathedral and crossing himself.
On that very meadow he had ridden over the day before, a soldier was lying athwart the rows of scented hay, with his head thrown awkwardly back and his shako off.
"You there?" the soldier prompted impatiently.
"You all right here, soldier?" he asked Dan gruffly.
The large soldier made her feel tiny hunched next to the wall.
The helicopter lifted away before Brady had two feet in its belly, and the soldier holding her strapped her securely into a seat in the rear while the two of them stood with nonchalance in the center.
Charlie stood and opened the door, speaking to the soldier outside.
We can't do more than that, though, without drawing the attention of the feds, the soldier told her quietly.
JOSEF BEM (1795-1850), Polish soldier, was born at Tarnow in Galicia, and was educated at the military school at Warsaw, where he especially distinguished himself in mathematics.
In the past, war could increase your financial position, both as a nation (through spoils) and a soldier (through plunder).
If a soldier, he should be dressed in regulation uniform like the others.
The eyes of the general and the soldier met.
Having jerked out these last words as soldiers do and waved his arms as if flinging something to the ground, the drummer--a lean, handsome soldier of forty--looked sternly at the singers and screwed up his eyes.
The commander-in-chief made a sign that the men should continue to march at ease, and he and all his suite showed pleasure at the sound of the singing and the sight of the dancing soldier and the gay and smartly marching men.
That soldier passed on, and after him came another sitting on a cart.
"And then, old fellow, he gives him one in the teeth with the butt end of his gun..." a soldier whose greatcoat was well tucked up said gaily, with a wide swing of his arm.
You'd look fine, said a corporal, chaffing a thin little soldier who bent under the weight of his knapsack.
Then a thin, pale soldier, his neck bandaged with a bloodstained leg band, came up and in angry tones asked the artillerymen for water.
That affair was the same thing as this soldier with the harsh voice, and it was that affair and this soldier that were so agonizingly, incessantly pulling and pressing his arm and always dragging it in one direction.
The Emperor, surrounded by his suite of officers and courtiers, was riding a bobtailed chestnut mare, a different one from that which he had ridden at the review, and bending to one side he gracefully held a gold lorgnette to his eyes and looked at a soldier who lay prone, with blood on his uncovered head.
The wounded soldier was so dirty, coarse, and revolting that his proximity to the Emperor shocked Rostov.
Can't you do it more gently? said the Emperor apparently suffering more than the dying soldier, and he rode away.
A soldier on the march is hemmed in and borne along by his regiment as much as a sailor is by his ship.
However far he has walked, whatever strange, unknown, and dangerous places he reaches, just as a sailor is always surrounded by the same decks, masts, and rigging of his ship, so the soldier always has around him the same comrades, the same ranks, the same sergeant major Ivan Mitrich, the same company dog Jack, and the same commanders.
Every soldier felt glad to know that to the unknown place where he was going, many more of our men were going too.
But what he's jabbering no one can make out, said a soldier, mimicking the general who had ridden away.
Kutuzov, affecting the manners of an old soldier at the front, gave the command "Attention!" and rode up to the Emperors with a salute.
One soldier moved and then another and soon the whole battalion ran forward shouting "Hurrah!" and overtook him.
He now saw clearly the figure of a red-haired gunner with his shako knocked awry, pulling one end of a mop while a French soldier tugged at the other.
At last seizing a soldier by his collar he forced him to answer.
They've all bolted long ago! said the soldier, laughing for some reason and shaking himself free.
Having left that soldier who was evidently drunk, Rostov stopped the horse of a batman or groom of some important personage and began to question him.
"Take this road, your honor, that way you will be killed at once!" a soldier shouted to him.
In his person, honor was shown to a simple fighting Russian soldier without connections and intrigues, and to one who was associated by memories of the Italian campaign with the name of Suvorov.
Just then a commissariat soldier, a hospital orderly, came in from the next room, marching stiffly, and drew up in front of Rostov.
"Yes, your honor," the soldier replied complacently, and rolling his eyes more than ever he drew himself up still straighter, but did not move.
Close to the corner, on an overcoat, sat an old, unshaven, gray-bearded soldier as thin as a skeleton, with a stern sallow face and eyes intently fixed on Rostov.
His neighbor on the other side, who lay motionless some distance from him with his head thrown back, was a young soldier with a snub nose.
Rostov looked at the young soldier and a cold chill ran down his back.
"Lazarev!" the colonel called, with a frown, and Lazarev, the first soldier in the rank, stepped briskly forward.
We all profess the Christian law of forgiveness of injuries and love of our neighbors, the law in honor of which we have built in Moscow forty times forty churches--but yesterday a deserter was knouted to death and a minister of that same law of love and forgiveness, a priest, gave the soldier a cross to kiss before his execution.
The actions of Napoleon and Alexander, on whose words the event seemed to hang, were as little voluntary as the actions of any soldier who was drawn into the campaign by lot or by conscription.
The peasants--even they have to go, said the soldier behind the cart, addressing Pierre with a sad smile.
All the powers of his soul, as of every soldier there, were unconsciously bent on avoiding the contemplation of the horrors of their situation.
"Would you like a little mash?" the first soldier asked, and handed Pierre a wooden spoon after licking it clean.
"To be a soldier, just a soldier!" thought Pierre as he fell asleep, "to enter communal life completely, to be imbued by what makes them what they are.
To all of them from the marshal to the least soldier, that place was not the Vozdvizhenka, Mokhavaya, or Kutafyev Street, nor the Troitsa Gate (places familiar in Moscow), but a new battlefield which would probably prove sanguinary.
Ten minutes after each regiment had entered a Moscow district, not a soldier or officer was left.
Who would have said that I should be a soldier and a captain of dragoons in the service of Bonaparte, as we used to call him?
The beautiful Armenian still sat motionless and in the same attitude, with her long lashes drooping as if she did not see or feel what the soldier was doing to her.
"Let that woman alone!" exclaimed Pierre hoarsely in a furious voice, seizing the soldier by his round shoulders and throwing him aside.
The soldier fell, got up, and ran away.
"Sire, will you allow me to speak frankly as befits a loyal soldier?" he asked to gain time.
He felt this in the looks of the soldiers who, marching in regular ranks briskly and gaily, were escorting him and the other criminals; he felt it in the looks of an important French official in a carriage and pair driven by a soldier, whom they met on the way.
This one, a young soldier, his face deadly pale, his shako pushed back, and his musket resting on the ground, still stood near the pit at the spot from which he had fired.
And the soldier, pushing away a little dog that was jumping up at him, returned to his place and sat down.
He thanked the soldier and began to eat.
"Well, are they all right?" said the soldier with a smile.
Why, are you a soldier then?
"A soldier on leave--a shirt outside breeches," he would say.
One desperate, frightened yell from the first French soldier who saw the Cossacks, and all who were in the camp, undressed and only just waking up, ran off in all directions, abandoning cannons, muskets, and horses.
In both cases his personal activity, having no more force than the personal activity of any soldier, merely coincided with the laws that guided the event.
The French called it Azor; the soldier who told stories called it Femgalka; Karataev and others called it Gray, or sometimes Flabby.
Rapidly and timidly raising his fingers to his forehead by way of greeting, he asked Pierre whether the soldier Platoche to whom he had given a shirt to sew was in that shed.
The sick soldier, Sokolov, pale and thin with dark shadows round his eyes, alone sat in his place barefoot and not dressed.
Pierre, girt with a rope round his waist and wearing shoes Karataev had made for him from some leather a French soldier had torn off a tea chest and brought to have his boots mended with, went up to the sick man and squatted down beside him.
This spite increased still more when, on calling over the roll of prisoners, it was found that in the bustle of leaving Moscow one Russian soldier, who had pretended to suffer from colic, had escaped.
And he said aloud to himself: The soldier did not let me pass.
So it came about that at the council at Malo-Yaroslavets, when the generals pretending to confer together expressed various opinions, all mouths were closed by the opinion uttered by the simple-minded soldier Mouton who, speaking last, said what they all felt: that the one thing needful was to get away as quickly as possible; and no one, not even Napoleon, could say anything against that truth which they all recognized.
The man, a soldier with a sack over his shoulder, stopped, came close up to Dolokhov's horse, touched it with his hand, and explained simply and in a friendly way that the commander and the officers were higher up the hill to the right in the courtyard of the farm, as he called the landowner's house.
Something was boiling in a small cauldron at the edge of the fire and a soldier in a peaked cap and blue overcoat, lit up by the fire, was kneeling beside it stirring its contents with a ramrod.
He handed the horses over to the soldier who was stirring the pot and squatted down on his heels by the fire beside the officer with the long neck.
Dolokhov got up and called to the soldier who was holding their horses.
At Dorogobuzh while the soldiers of the convoy, after locking the prisoners in a stable, had gone off to pillage their own stores, several of the soldier prisoners tunneled under the wall and ran away, but were recaptured by the French and shot.
They both looked pale, and in the expression on their faces--one of them glanced timidly at Pierre-- there was something resembling what he had seen on the face of the young soldier at the execution.
Pierre looked at the soldier and remembered that, two days before, that man had burned his shirt while drying it at the fire and how they had laughed at him.
A Frenchman who had just pushed a Russian soldier away was squatting by the fire, engaged in roasting a piece of meat stuck on a ramrod.
"It's all the same to him," he muttered, turning quickly to a soldier who stood behind him.
A prisoner, the Russian soldier the Frenchman had pushed away, was sitting near the fire patting something with his hand.
Looking more closely Pierre recognized the blue-gray dog, sitting beside the soldier, wagging its tail.
He hugged the first soldier who approached him, and kissed him, weeping.
There was something horrible and bestial in the fleeting glance they threw at the riders and in the malevolent expression with which, after a glance at Kutuzov, the soldier with the sores immediately turned away and went on with what he was doing.
At another spot he noticed a Russian soldier laughingly patting a Frenchman on the shoulder, saying something to him in a friendly manner, and Kutuzov with the same expression on his face again swayed his head.
"Lower its head, lower it!" he said to a soldier who had accidentally lowered the French eagle he was holding before the Preobrazhensk standards.
The soldier said no more and the talk went on.
"What a lot of those Frenchies were taken today, and the fact is that not one of them had what you might call real boots on," said a soldier, starting a new theme.
He won't come here again, remarked the old soldier, yawning.
He rose and tried to walk, but staggered and would have fallen had not a soldier standing by held him up.
Sedyablyaka! repeated the soldier, flourishing his arm and really catching the tune.
The soldier himself does the stabbing, hacking, burning, and pillaging, and always receives orders for these actions from men above him; he himself never gives an order.
A sinking man who clutches at another and drowns him; or a hungry mother exhausted by feeding her baby, who steals some food; or a man trained to discipline who on duty at the word of command kills a defenseless man-- seem less guilty, that is, less free and more subject to the law of necessity, to one who knows the circumstances in which these people were placed, and more free to one who does not know that the man was himself drowning, that the mother was hungry, that the soldier was in the ranks, and so on.
"Brade, we've got one down," Dan called, motioning to a soldier carried between two others.
He put pressure on his injured leg with a grimace but gestured towards the unconscious soldier hanging between two others.
The soldier led them down to the canal.
The soldier touched his thumb to the navigation control board.
The soldier, who Brady took to be the pilot by his uniform, glanced up from his micro.
The soldier spends six years in the Territorial Army, and six in the reserve of the Territorial Army.
Winston was founded in 1851 as the countyseat and was named in honour of Major Joseph Winston (1746-1815), a famous Indian fighter, a soldier during the War of Independence and a representative in Congress in1793-1795and 1803-1807.
And ordered a soldier to take it away.
But a man has no more to do with the style of architecture of his house than a tortoise with that of its shell: nor need the soldier be so idle as to try to paint the precise color of his virtue on his standard.
"In general we must turn this bloodthirsty soldier to more humane interests," said Bilibin.
A soldier was driving, and a woman enveloped in shawls sat behind the apron under the leather hood of the vehicle.
He was alone now, except for a soldier who was sitting naked at the other side of the fire, warming his thin yellow body.
Naw. I was a good little soldier, just like now.
The elite fed soldier was dressed in PMF gray.
The total service rendered by the individual soldier is thus twenty-five years.
MICHAEL called Psellus, "the stammerer," emperor 820-829, was a native of Amorium in Phrygia, who began life as a private soldier, but rose by his talents to the rank of general.
His first unconscious feeling of joyful animation produced by the sights and sounds of the battlefield was now replaced by another, especially since he had seen that soldier lying alone in the hayfield.
Not a soldier himself, he had to control and direct the movements of armies; can we be surprised if he failed, or if he was unable to keep control over the generals or to establish that military co-operation so essential to success?
One cannon ball after another whistled by and struck the earthwork, a soldier, or a gun.
"Here's a cap, lads!" shouted a Preobrazhensk soldier, donning a shaggy French cap.
"She makes a bad grunt," the soldier beside Brady said.
Bischofshausen (1899); Cromwell as a Soldier, by T.