I don’t care about your sin
And I’m not your friend
But I know you got something, So
Go show them what
When the flies come swarming
Smash them into bits
This is not a warning
It's as real as it ever gets
We’ve got the target locked
We hit until it’s dropped (Dropped)
Adrenaline rush we feel no pain
Clenched Jaws and fists are cooked
I'm not brave. I just wasn't in the mood to be a disappointment to everybody.
My grandpa always said there's no finer people. Their hearts are washed clean by both sea and sky. So they're braver than sailors and prouder than regular pilots. <...> The most precious thing to them isn't money or women, it's honor. <...> Haven't you any shame?! You need an American to come and save you? Your mothers would weep! And tell you to take a bath! Porco's come back to go one-on-one with Curtiss. For the honor of the seaplane pilots of the Adriatic! A man without honor or scruples is nothing! Fight fair!
You have no enemies, you say?
Alas, my friend, the boast is poor.
He who has mingled in the fray
Of duty, that the brave endure,
Must have made foes. If you have none
Small is the work that you have done.
You`ve hit no traitor on the hip,
You`ve dashed no cup from perjured lip,
You`ve never turned the wrong to right,
You`ve been a coward in the fight.
The disapproval of cowards is praise to the brave.
You came in that thing? You're braver than I thought.
— I don't know if that's brave or stupid.
— Sometimes they're one and the same.