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I Confess, Without Shame, That I Am Sick And Tired Of Fighting — Its Glory Is All Moonshine; Even Success The Most Brilliant Is Over Dead And Mangled Bodies, With The Anguish And Lamentations Of Distant Families, Appealing To Me For Sons, Husbands, And Fathers ... It Is Only Those Who Have Never Heard A Shot, Never Heard The Shriek And Groans Of The Wounded And Lacerated ... That Cry Aloud For More Blood, More Vengeance, More Desolation.

I Make Up My Opinions From Facts And Reasoning, And Not To Suit Any Body But Myself. If People Don't Like My Opinions, It Makes Little Difference As I Don't Solicit Their Opinions Or Votes.

War Is Too Serious A Matter To Leave To Soldiers.

This War Differs From Other Wars, In This Particular. We Are Not Fighting Armies But A Hostile People, And Must Make Old And Young, Rich And Poor, Feel The Hard Hand Of War.

The Way To Success Is Strategically Along The Way Of Least Expectation And Tactically Along The Line Of Least Resistance.