Press On, Press On, Men.

Sir! Men Who Desert Their Comrades In War Deserve To Be Shot! And Officers Who Intrude For Them Deserve To Be Hung!

My Men Have Sometimes Failed To Take A Position, But To Defend One, Never!

I Yield To No Man In Sympathy For The Gallant Men Under My Command; But I Am Obliged To Sweat Them Tonight, So That I May Save Their Blood Tomorrow.

You May Be Whatever You Resolve To Be.

Press On, Press On, Men.