All up there on the tiglio, once lived 3 young Fréros. The 1st smoked grass without respite, the 2nd was gone by excassy. So nature, in his implacable logic, inflicted them a tragic end. The third having held the lesson made the snuff his greatest passion. Let's join our hands so that Mc Chrystal's never has an end

And chaos came to me a voice that said to me: mice, be happy, it could be worse so I smiled, I was happy, and it was worse.

If I go forward, follow me. If I fall, avenge me. If I get back, shoot me.

The pain passes, pride remains.

Horses at the stairs to women and to all those who mount them.

Those who kill for pleasure are psychopaths. Those killing for money are mercenaries and those who kill for both are the black berets

If I die I will go to paradise because hell I have experienced it here.

In the time of knights and dragons, the war declared itself with sticks. There were so many horrible murders and so much injustice that eternal revenge remained conducive. The years passed and the fighting spirit persisted; Going into the heads who are right ... those of grenadiers, for whom the qualities of honor and loyalty are those that we advocate! GREN swears honor and loyalty to its homeland, its adoptive mother. And his mind will be all the more anchored, as long as his flame remains long! Keep his honor and proclaim his victory, so from the army he will be glory!

Fatigue is a state of mind. Pain information. And the rain an optical illusion

It’s when the game becomes hard that hard workers start to play.

To our enemies: For too long you have shaken in your hole the slamming noise of your teeth increasingly makes you crazy about you vomit because the CV90 roars in the distance it is the gren-chars who are going to kill you, you son of fuck

The goal of war is not to die for his country, but that the bastard opposite dies for his.