I Beg To Present You As A

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

War's Legitimate Object Is More Perfect Peace.

Some Of You Young Men Think That War Is All Glamour And Glory, But Let Me Tell You, Boys, It Is All Hell!

You People Of The South Don't Know What You Are Doing. This Country Will Be Drenched In Blood, And God Only Knows How It Will End.

I Begin To Regard The Death And Mangling Of A Couple Thousand Men As A Small Affair, A Kind Of Morning Dash-and It May Be Well That We Become So Hardened.