Earn this.
We’re all scared, but we still have a job to do.
Captain! My arm! I can’t feel my arm!
Just hold on, we’re going to get you out of here.
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.
Keep moving forward, no matter what.
We’re here to save Private Ryan!
Every man I kill the farther away from home I feel.
James… earn it.
I don’t know if I deserve it.
It’s not about deserving. It’s about what you did.
You’re going to die. I’m going to die. We’re all going to die!
I don’t care about myself. I care about them.
Tomorrow we might all be dead. But that’s a chance we must take.
You know why we’re here? To kill the captain of the other side.
War is a man-made hell.
I want to go home and I want my mama.
Look! The beach is crawling with Germans.
I never wanted this. I just wanted to go home.
Sometimes I wonder if miracles happen.
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