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I Am Tired And Sick Of War. Its Glory Is All Moonshine. It Is Only Those Who Have Neither Fired A Shot Nor Heard The Shrieks And Groans Of The Wounded Who Cry Aloud For Blood, For Vengeance, For Desolation. War Is Hell.

There's Many A Boy Here Today Who Looks On War As All Glory But It Is All Hell.

I Beg To Present You As A Christmas Gift The City Of Savannah.

I Think I Understand What Military Fame Is; To Be Killed On The Field Of Battle And Have Your Name Misspelled In The Newspapers.

An Army To Be Useful Must Be A Unit, And Out Of This Has Grown The Saying, Attributed To Napoleon, But Doubtless Spoken Before The Days Of Alexander, That An Army With An Inefficient Commander Was Better Than One With Two Able Heads.