A Battery Of Field Artillery

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An Army Is A Collection Of Armed Men Obliged To Obey One Man. Every Enactment, Every Change Of Rule Which Impairs This Principle Weakens The Army, Impairs Its Value, And Defeats The Very Object Of Its Existence.

The North Can Make A Steam Engine, Locomotive Or Railway Car; Hardly A Yard Of Cloth Or A Pair Of Shoes Can You Make. You Are Rushing Into War With One Of The Most Powerful, Ingeniously Mechanical And Determined People On Earth - Right At Your Doors. You Are Bound To Fail. Only In Spirit And Determination Are You Prepared For War. In All Else You Are Totally Unprepared, With A Bad Cause To Start With.

At First You Will Make Headway, But As Your Limited Resources Begin To Fail, Shut Out From The Markets Of Europe As You Will Be, Your Cause Will Begin To Wane. If Your People Will But Stop And Think, They Must See That In The End You Will Surely Fail.

I Confess, Without Shame, That I Am Sick And Tired Of Fighting — Its Glory Is All Moonshine; Even Success The Most Brilliant Is Over Dead And Mangled Bodies, With The Anguish And Lamentations Of Distant Families, Appealing To Me For Sons, Husbands, And Fathers ... It Is Only Those Who Have Never Heard A Shot, Never Heard The Shriek And Groans Of The Wounded And Lacerated ... That Cry Aloud For More Blood, More Vengeance, More Desolation.