The hills filled with enemy combatants

And I remember I met a lot of child soldiers ex combatants, as they like to be called.

The art of modern warfare does not necessarily require soldiers to be armed to the teeth to be effective as combatants.

Department of Navy, strategic subs go this way, surface combatants are over there, and the news is they may actually be that small.

Declaring war after a surprise attack is to be expected, but killing over ten thousand non combatants with a bomb is something unheard of.

I should not have wondered by this time to find that they had their respective musical bands stationed on some eminent chip, and playing their national airs the while, to excite the slow and cheer the dying combatants.

You're going to war for 12 hours, shooting weapons at targets, directing kills on enemy combatants, and then you get in the car and you drive home and within 20 minutes, you're sitting at the dinner table talking to your kids about their homework.

Looking farther, I was surprised to find that the chips were covered with such combatants, that it was not a duellum, but a bellum, a war between two races of ants, the red always pitted against the black, and frequently two red ones to one black.