You People Speak So Lightly

If Nominated By Either Party, I Should Peremptorily Decline, And Even If Unanimously Elected, I Should Decline To Serve.

I Would Make This War As Severe As Possible, And Show No Symptoms Of Tiring Till The South Begs For Mercy.

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.

You May As Well Say, 'that's A Valiant Flea That Dare Eat His Breakfast On The Lip Of A Lion.

The Scenes On This Field Would Have Cured Anybody Of War.