Цитаты из книг — Крис Райан

“Как сказал сэр Уинстон Черчилль на Би-би-си в июле 1940 года, - начал Коллинсон, выступая по радио так, чтобы его слова четко донеслись до каждого человека на вертолете, - ” Это война неизвестных воинов; но пусть все будут бороться, не теряя веры или долга, и темное проклятие тирании будет снято с нашего века". - Он…

‘Ну и хорошо, - сказал Пембертон. ‘Девочки любят своих отцов. Всегда. Не имеет значения, какой ты бесполезный старый засранец.’

‘I can’t even look after myself, never mind a kid,’ said Porter bitterly. ‘You’d be better off without me.’ ‘Bollocks,’ snapped Sandy. That anger again, noticed Porter. It was like sitting opposite her mother a lifetime ago. ‘No one’s better off without a parent. It doesn’t matter how useless they are.’ ‘I’m the…

But he couldn’t look at her now. Not like this. Nobody wants a dad who lives out on the streets, who doesn’t have a house to live in or a car to drive, who smells likes a sewer. What’s the point of a parent like that? Better just to keep on moving. She’ll get by without me. She has done so far, and it’ll only get easier…

‘If we all shared, maybe the world would be a better place, Jimmy,’ said the taller man. ‘Maybe men like us wouldn’t have to live out on the streets.’

He’d done his best to reintegrate himself back into the Regiment, but all the men seemed to know that Porter was the guy who’d spared the life of an Arab kid who had then killed three of their men. They didn’t say anything to his face, but then they didn’t need to. He could see it in their eyes. He could feel it in the…

‘Under the Geneva Convention, you’re not supposed to kill a child, so I don’t think I can court-martial you, as much as I might want to.’ He paused. ‘But I will say this. Perry here deserves a bloody medal, and I’ll make sure he gets one. And you … well, I wouldn’t want to be looking at your face in the mirror every…

‘Sod it, can’t you even speak?’ ‘We’re not butchers,’ said Porter suddenly. ‘I left him unconsciousness. There was no way he should have come round.’

You’ll take at least three hours to wake up from that, mate, he thought. But you’ll live, at least. Maybe even find something better to do with your life.

A small dark figure, no more than three and half feet tall, and weighing seventy or eighty pounds. A child. The bastards were using kids to break through the lines. There was what looked like an explosive charge strapped to his chest, and he was heading straight for Porter. Desperately, he reached for the gun that had…

In his eyes you could see the look of pure terror: the cringing, pleading fear of a man who knows he is clinging to life by the most slender of threads.