The Army Is The True Nobility Of

Men Are Lead By Trifles.

I Made All My Generals Out Of Mud.

Whatever Shall We Do In That Remote Spot? Well, We Will Write Our Memoirs. Work Is The Scythe Of Time.

Soldiers! Here Is The Battle You Have So Long Desired! Henceforth Victory Depends On You; We Have Need Of It.

Never Interrupt Your Enemy When He Is Making A Mistake.