War Is Too Serious A Matter To

But, My Dear Sirs, When Peace Does Come, You May Call On Me For Any Thing. Then Will I Share With You The Last Cracker, And Watch With You To Shield Your Homes And Families Against Danger From Every Quarter.

Though I Never Ordered It, And Never Wished For It, I Have Never Shed Any Tears Over The Event, Because I Believe That It Hastened What We All Fought For, The End Of The War.

We Must Act With Vindictive Earnestness Against The Sioux, Even To Their Extermination, Men, Women And Children... During An Assault, The Soldiers Cannot Pause To Distinguish Between Male And Female, Or Even Discriminate As To Age.

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.

If I Had My Choice I Would Kill Every Reporter In The World, But I Am Sure We Would Be Getting Reports From Hell Before Breakfast.