The 'Eathen — Rudyard Kipling

From the fearless fighting men of inter-galactic space to the Spartan few who held the pass at Thermopylae. From the hardy starship troopers of futuristic mercenary frays to those last Roman centurions, holding back the barbaric hordes. From those celebrated star-soldiers in a fabulous land of long-ago and faraway to the battle-weary GIs slogging through the rice paddies of Southeast Asia.

These wars have been won not by push-button politicians or pins on a map. The individual soldier, covered with blood and dust, with sweat and death. he alone knows the soaring thrill of victory and the charred smoking hell of defeat. He alone is the solitary hero, the last best hope.