The Scenes On This Field Would Have

We Can Make War So Terrible And Make Them So Sick Of War That Generations Pass Away Before They Again Appeal To It.

Grant Stood By Me When I Was Crazy, And I Stood By Him When He Was Drunk, And Now We Stand By Each Other.

The Young Bloods Of The South: Sons Of Planters, Lawyers About Towns, Good Billiard-players And Sportsmen, Men Who Never Did Any Work And Never Will... They Are Splendid Riders, First-rate Shots And Utterly Reckless. These Men Must All Be Killed Or Employed By Us Before We Can Hope For Peace.

War Is Cruelty, And You Cannot Refine It.

The Whole Army Is Burning With An Insatiable Desire To Wreak Violence Upon South Carolina. I Almost Tremble For Her Fate.