John Ringo Quotes.

11. "If I may, Miss, Sands said. What you call ‘a mascot’ is more what should be termed ‘an icon.’ A subject not just of morale but of veneration or even worship. These men are United States Marines, yes, and they will continue to do their duty. But they are Marines who have lost everything. Family, friends, buddies, country. We are one and all lost and adrift on a darkling sea. You, Miss Smith, have become not their pin-up girl but their heart and soul. They would follow me into hell. Charge any shore, face any fire. I am their Gunny. That’s what Marines do. If you hinted that Satan had a case of ammo you particularly liked, they would charge in without a bucket of water. As Staff Sergeant Januscheitis said when he, separately, brought the idea up: ‘The only thing we’ve got left, Gunny, is Faith."
- John Ringo, To Sail a Darkling Sea

12. "Oh, Faith said, panting slightly. Oh . . . Oh . . . It’s not much, Januscheitis said. Not much? Faith said, grabbing one of the cases of 12-gauge double-ought. Not much? It’s . . . It’s . . . I’ll be in my bunk . . . Januscheitis just stood there with his mouth open as she left the compartment. Do you think she meant . . . Derek said then paused. I hope she didn’t mean . . . The hatch undogged and Faith stuck her head in the compartment. Reloading my Saiga mags, you PERVERTS!"
- John Ringo, To Sail a Darkling Sea

13. "They got the Library of Alexandria. They’re not getting mine."
- John Ringo, To Sail a Darkling Sea

14. "I did not meet the psychological profile. Oppositional Defiance Disorder. Basically, I have a hard time taking orders from idiots."
- John Ringo, To Sail a Darkling Sea

15. "I thought you liked machine guns? Fontana said. The whole belt fed is so last week, Faith said. I still think it’s a design flaw that you have to let up on the trigger."
- John Ringo, To Sail a Darkling Sea

16. "Thanks, Boise, Steve commed. You’re welcome, Wolf Squadron, the Boise’s commander replied. Please consider us for all your future kinetic clearance needs."
- John Ringo, To Sail a Darkling Sea

17. "You, Miss Smith, have become not their pin-up girl but their heart and soul. They would follow me into hell. Charge any shore, face any fire. I am their Gunny. That’s what Marines do. If you hinted that Satan had a case of ammo you particularly liked, they would charge in without a bucket of water."
- John Ringo, To Sail a Darkling Sea

18. "What she did NOT appreciate was the homework. Captain Wilkes had scrounged textbooks for her to study. Not just Marine manuals, either. Math, science, English. Chemistry. Yuck! With weekly tests. And he was making her do all her platoon reports, then annotating them. He had given her a dictionary and thesaurus, among other things, and after the first report after giving them to her told her she was not allowed words of more than two syllables. It was worse than fucking school. Recess was killing zombies."
- John Ringo, To Sail a Darkling Sea

19. "Okay, try this, ma’am, Januscheitis said, setting down a shot glass with a clear liquid in it. What is this? Faith said. She sniffed it and her nose wrinkled. Seriously? A Marine has to drink? Not has to, ma’am, Januscheitis said. Just interested. And it’s chilled vodka. Try it. Faith tossed back the drink as the assembled group watched with sneaky smiles. Okay, that’s not bad, Faith said, shrugging. No reaction at all? Paula said, looking shocked. No coughing? No choking? Was there supposed to be one? Faith asked. She picked up the bottle, poured another shot and tossed it back. There, happy? Try this one… Sophia said, carefully, sliding across a shot of dark liquor. Ick, Faith said. That’s not so good. What was it? Twenty-five-year-old Strathsclyde, Sophia said. Which is? Faith asked. Scotch, ma’am, Januscheitis said. Good scotch. Tastes like piss, Faith said. Not that I’ve ever drunk piss. Okay, what else you got? Thirty minutes later there were a dozen bottles on the table and Faith had had at least one shot from each. Okay, rum’s pretty good, she said, smacking her lips. Not as good as Razzleberry tea but not bad. She’s not even slightly drunk? Derek slurred. He was, for sure. Isn’t it supposed to be doing something by now? Faith asked, taking another shot of 151. I mean, I’d just finished seventh grade, Faith said. I’ve been to, like, two school dances! I’m never going to get to go to prom… She took another drink and frowned. That sucks. That’s one of the reasons I hate fucking zombies. I’m never going to get to go to prom. Marine corps ball, ma’am, Januscheitis said. He’d stopped drinking when the LT started to get shit-faced. Which had taken enough straight booze to drown a Force Recon platoon. Way better than prom. Really? Faith said. Really, Derek said. Marine Corps ball is like prom for Marines. Christ, it’s coming up, isn’t it? Januscheitis said. Time’s sort of gotten to be one of those things you forget. We gonna have one? Derek said. Bet you, Januscheitis said. Gunny will insist. Probably use the Alpha or the Money. That’d be cool, Derek said, grinning. Use the Alpha. Marine Corps ball on a megayacht captured from zombies? I can dig that. Besides it’s more trashed out. You know how ball gets… Semper fucking Fi, Faith said. I get to go to prom. We’ll make sure of it, ma’am, Januscheitis said. Great! Faith slurred. So why do I gotta puke?"
- John Ringo, To Sail a Darkling Sea

20. "Away Team, Guppy. Yes, we can. If you would, please, Sophia radioed. Nuke ’em from orbit. It’s the only way to be sure."
- John Ringo, To Sail a Darkling Sea

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