Let Me Go, Let Me Go.

It Irritates Me To Be Told How Things Have Always Been Done. I Defy The Tyranny Of Precedent. I Cannot Afford The Luxury Of A Closed Mind.

My Business Is Stanching Blood And Feeding Fainting Men; My Post The Open Field Between The Bullet And The Hospital. I Sometimes Discuss The Application Of A Compress Or A Wisp Of Hay Under A Broken Limb, But Not The Bearing And Merits Of A Political Movement. I Make Gruel--not Speeches; I Write Letters Home For Wounded Soldiers, Not Political Addresses.

People Should Not Say That This Or That Is Not Worth Learning, Giving As Their Reason That It Will Not Be Put To Use. They Can No More Know What Information They Will Need In The Future Than They Will Know The Weather Two Hundred Years From Today.

The Patriot Blood Of My Father Was Warm In My Veins.

Everybody's Business Is Nobody's Business, And Nobody's Business Is My Business.