There Is No Such Thing As Luck,

When In Doubt, Attack!

For Over A Thousand Years Roman Conquerors Returning From The Wars Enjoyed The Honor Of Triumph, A Tumultuous Parade. In The Procession Came Trumpeteers, Musicians And Strange Animals From Conquered Territories, Together With Carts Laden With Treasure And Captured Armaments. The Conquerors Rode In A Triumphal Chariot, The Dazed Prisoners Walking In Chains Before Him. Sometimes His Children Robed In White Stood With Him In The Chariot Or Rode The Trace Horses. A Slave Stood Behind The Conqueror Holding A Golden Crown And Whispering In His Ear A Warning: That All Glory Is Fleeting.

Watch What People Are Cynical About, And One Can Often Discover What They Lack.

There Is Only One Sort Of Discipline - Perfect Discipline. Men Cannot Have Good Battle Discipline And Poor Administrative Discipline.

When I Want My Men To Remember Something Important, To Really Make It Stick, I Give It To Them Double Dirty.