I don't expect him to win, but I expect him to go down fighting; and at a bare minimum get dragged out of the White House fighting the entire time.

"You have just inherited command of a regiment. What are you going to do? With your command, Mister? Talk fast — the Bugs won’t wait!"

"Uh..." I caught an answer right out of the book and parroted it. "I’ll take command and act as circumstances permit, sir, according to the tactical situation as I see it."

"You will, eh?" The Colonel grunted. "And you’ll buy a farm too that’s all anybody can do with a foul-up like that. But I hope you’ll go down swinging — and shouting orders to somebody, whether they make sense or not. We don’t expect kittens to fight wildcats and win — we merely expect them to try.