War Is Cruelty. There Is No Use

You Mistake, Too, The People Of The North. They Are A Peaceable People But An Earnest People, And They Will Fight, Too. They Are Not Going To Let This Country Be Destroyed Without A Mighty Effort To Save It. Besides, Where Are Your Men And Appliances Of War To Contend Against Them?

I Would Make This War As Severe As Possible, And Show No Symptoms Of Tiring Till The South Begs For Mercy.

To Secure The Safety Of The Navigation Of The Mississippi River I Would Slay Millions. On That Point I Am Not Only Insane, But Mad... I Think I See One Or Two Quick Blows That Will Astonish The Natives Of The South And Will Convince Them That, Though To Stand Behind A Big Cottonwood And Shoot At A Passing Boat Is Good Sport And Safe, It May Still Reach And Kill Their Friends And Families Hundreds Of Miles Off. For Every Bullet Shot At A Steamboat, I Would Shoot A Thousand 30-pounder Parrots Into Even Helpless Towns On Red, Ouachita, Yazoo, Or Wherever A Boat Can Float Or Soldier March.

The Voice Of The People Is The Voice Of Humbug.

The War Now Is Away Back In The Past, And You Can Tell What Books Cannot. When You Talk, You Come Down To The Practical Realities Just As They Happened. You All Know This Is Not Soldiering Here. There Is Many A Boy Here Today Who Looks On War As All Glory, But, Boys, It Is All Hell. You Can Bear This Warning Voice To Generations Yet To Come. I Look Upon War With Horror, But If It Has To Come, I Am There.