While Soldiers Can Stand And Fight.i Can

What Could I Do But Go With Them Civil War Soldiers, Or Work For Them And My Country? The Patriot Blood Of My Father Was Warm In My Veins.

What Armies And How Much Of War I Have Seen, What Thousands Of Marching Troops, What Fields Of Slain, What Prisons, What Hospitals, What Ruins, What Cities In Ashes, What Hunger And Nakedness, What Orphanages, What Widowhood, What Wrongs And What Vengeance.

If I Were To Speak Of War, It Would Not Be To Show You The Glories Of Conquering Armies But The Mischief And Misery They Strew In Their Tracks; And How, While They Marched On With Tread Of Iron And Plumes Proudly Tossing In The Breeze, Some One Must Follow Closely In Their Steps, Crouching To The Earth, Toiling In The Rain And Darkness, Shelterless Themselves, With No Thought Of Pride Or Glory, Fame Or Praise, Or Reward; Hearts Breaking With Pity, Faces Bathed In Tears And Hands In Blood. This Is The Side Which History Never Shows.

Although Its Growth May Seem To Have Been Slow, It Is To Be Remembered That It Is Not A Shrub, Or Plant, To Shoot Up In The Summerand Wither In The Frosts. The Red Cross Is A Part Of Us--it Has Come To Stay--and Like The Sturdy Oak, Its Spreading Branches Shall Yet Encompass And Shelter The Relief Of The Nation.

You Must Never So Much Think As Whether You Like It Or Not, Whether It Is Bearable Or Not; You Must Never Think Of Anything Except The Need, And How To Meet It.