If ever he looked south its memory dimmed the light of the Sun, and though he knew that it was now broken and deserted and under the vigilance of the Kings of Men, fear spoke in his heart that it was not conquered for ever: it would arise again.’
S t e v e R o g e r s● C a p t a i n A m e r i c a
Whoever he used to be, the guy he is now, I don’t think he’s the kind you save. He’s the kind you stop. I don’t know if I can do that. Well he might not give you a choice. He doesn’t know you. He will. Gear up, it’s time. You gonna wear that? No, if you’re gonna fight a war, you gotta wear a uniform.
I look around at us, you know what I see? Losers. I mean, like, folks who have lost stuff. And we have, man, we have! All of us! Our homes, our families, normal lives. And usually life takes more than it gives, but not today. Today it’s given us somethin’. It has given us a chance. To give a shit. For once, not run away.