Our Great Modern Republic. May Those Who

I Read The Story And Reread The Story, But I Still Could Not Find The Universality That The Little Irishman Had Spoken Of. All I Saw In The Story Was Some Irishmen Meeting In A Room And Talking Politics. What Had That To Do With America, Especially With My People? It Was Not Until Years Later That I Saw What He Meant ... I Began To Listen, To Listen Closely To How They Talked About Their Heroes, To How They Talked About The Dead And How Great The Dead Had Once Been. I Heard It Everywhere.

A Military Life Had No Charms For Me, And I Had Not The Faintest Idea Of Staying In The Army Even If I Should Be Graduated, Which I Did Not Expect.

In Every Battle There Comes A Time When Both Sides Consider Themselves Beaten, Then He Who Continues The Attack Wins.

One Of My Superstitions Had Always Been When I Started To Go Anywhere Or Do Anything, Not To Turn Back, Or Stop Until The Thing Intended Was Accomplished. I Have Frequently Started To Go Places Where I Had Never Been And To Which I Did Not Know The Way, Depending Upon Making Inquiries On The Road, And If I Got Past The Place Without Knowing It, Instead Of Turning Back, I Would Go Until A Road Was Found Turning In The Right Direction, Take That, And Come In By The Other Side.

Really, Mr. Lincoln, I Have Had Enough Of This Show Business.