Brothers in Arms: Road to Hill 30

Pvt. Michael Garnett:
I'm only shooting at kneecaps today!

Sgt. Matt Baker:
You really get to know a man if you get to watch him die, that moment right before he realizes its over, that moment his face reflects every decision he's ever made, what kind of life he led... and if he regrets it.

Sgt. Matt Baker:
[narrating] My dad said something to me after the divorce he said that every soldiers has two families. Those you raise and those you raise hell with. I've spent eight days here, eight days commanding a squad I wasn't ready to led, eight days watching my men my family kill and be killed, eight days wishing it would stop.

Sgt. Matt Baker:
When it was my turn to talk I just froze. I realized that nothing in my life before really meant anything... until now.

Sgt. Matt Baker:
We all jump together, we all come home together!

Sgt. Matt Baker:
[narrating] On the plane, before we jumped, I came to the conclusion that I would have to swallow my fear, take charge and lead these men. But it seems that fate has a dark sense of humor, I'm a man with hell standing between me and my men... No matter, not even hell will stop me.

Cpl. Joe Hartsock:
So we're supposed to kill them all before they finish breakfast. What do you suppose Krauts eat for breakfast anyway? Sausage? Toast? Cold glass of blood?

Cpl. Sam Corrion:
It's no use hiding! I've got 20/20 eyes!

Sgt. Matt Baker:
I never asked to be squad leader, but I had no choice. Now I've got thirteen soldiers under my command. Thirteen men depending on me to make the right decisions and not get them killed. Thirteen families relying on me to bring their husbands and sons home. Thirteen. Thirteen is not a lucky number.

Sgt. Matt Baker:
How can a man stay focused on life when all he sees is death? I can't get it out of my head that sending Allan and Garnett with Leggett got them killed, If they've just been with me... F***! If they've just been with me, maybe they'd still be alive maybe I could have saved them!... Maybe

Sgt. Matt Baker:
[narrating] I remember the first time I saw Legget. It was in the breakfast tent. He was cutting a hard boiled egg into small pieces with a knife, like ham. It occurred to me that I never, in my 22 years of existence, seen a man cut an egg into slices like that!