I Am More Afraid Of

Died Of Wounds Inflicted In Error By His Own Troops At The Battle Of Chancellorsville During The Us Civil War. Let Us Cross Over The River And Sit In The Shade Of The Trees.

I Yield To No Man In Sympathy For The Gallant Men Under My Command; But I Am Obliged To Sweat Them Tonight, So That I May Save Their Blood Tomorrow.

Let Us Go Over, And Sit In The Shade Of The Trees.

All I Am And All I Have Is At The Service Of My Country.

People Who Are Anxious To Bring On War Don't Know What They Are Bargaining For; They Don't See All The Horrors That Must Accompany Such An Event.