My Heart Bleeds At The Death Of

A Union That Can Only Be Maintained By Swords And Bayonets, And In Which Strife And Civil War Are To Take The Place Of Brotherly Love And Kindness, Has No Charm For Me.

I Can Anticipate No Greater Calamity For The Country Than The Dissolution Of The Union. It Would Be An Accumulation Of All The Evils We Complain Of, And I Am Willing To Sacrifice Everything But Honor For Its Preservation.

Such An Executive Officer The Sun Never Shone On. I Have But To Show Him My Design, And I Know That It Can Be Done, It Will Be Done...straight As The Needle To The Pole He Advanced To The Execution Of My Purpose.

With All My Devotion To The Union, And The Feeling Of Loyalty And Duty Of An American Citizen, I Have Not Been Able To Make Up My Mind To Raise My Hand Against My Relative, My Children, My Home. I Have, Therefore, Resigned My Commission In The Army.

To Be A Good Soldier, You Must Love The Army. To Be A Good Commander, You Must Be Willing To Order The Death Of The Thing You Love.