An Army Is A Collection Of Armed

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

An Army Is A Collection Of Armed Men Obliged To Obey One Man. Every Enactment, Every Change Of Rule Which Impairs This Principle Weakens The Army, Impairs Its Value, And Defeats The Very Object Of Its Existence.

I'm A Damned Sight Smarter Than Grant; I Know More About Organization, Supply And Administration And About Everything Else Than He Does; But I'll Tell You Where He Beats Me And Where He Beats The World. He Don't Care A Damn For What The Enemy Does Out Of His Sight But It Scares Me Like Hell.

You Mistake, Too, The People Of The North. They Are A Peaceable People But An Earnest People, And They Will Fight, Too. They Are Not Going To Let This Country Be Destroyed Without A Mighty Effort To Save It. Besides, Where Are Your Men And Appliances Of War To Contend Against Them?

I Will Accept No Commission That Would Tend To Create A Rivalry With Grant. I Want Him To Hold What He Has Earned And Got. I Have All The Rank I Want.