War Is An Act Of

Blood Is The Price Of Victory

A Conqueror Is Always A Lover Of Peace.

As Each Man's Strength Gives Out, As It No Longer Responds To His Will, The Inertia Of The Whole Gradually Comes To Rest On The Commander's Will Alone. The Ardor Of His Spirit Must Rekindle The Flame Of Purpose In All Others; His Inward Fire Must Revive Their Hope.

Close Combat, Man To Man, Is Plainly To Be Regarded As The Real Basis Of Combat.

War Is The Province Of Danger.