The word began to filter down the lines, and the grumbling stopped, there was something new about this march, something these men had never been a part of before. If the fight in the Wilderness had no...
Richmond serves one purpose. Lee must defend it. If we threaten the city, he will have to confront us. Lee will soon learn … we are not going away. If the newspapers and all those people in Washington...
Meade looked at Grant, and Grant turned, moved toward his tent, said quietly, General, a moment, if you please …
Across the river he could see the burnt and crushed buildings of Fredericksburg, the debris piled along the streets, the scattered ruins of people's lives, lives that were changed forever. His men had...
Not even generals can stop the rain.
World will little note, nor long remember what we say here, but can never forget what they did here. It is for us, the living, rather to be dedicated to the great task remaining before us—that from th...
Quick words did not always mean a quick mind.
I did not come into this Army to serve one man, to serve a friend.
Instructions like he’s never been on a field of
Dickinson left the rostrum to applause, loud shouts of approval. Franklin was surprised, looked toward Adams, who returned the look, shook his head. The chamber was dismissed, and Franklin pushed hims...
As long as there are armies, there will be a war. I don’t care about symbols.
Major, I do not know why God does the things He does, but I believe you have the same duty to God as you have always had: to follow the right path, to live your life with a clear conscience.
Responsibility, had been shifted from the president’s weakening shoulders. It was now up
My God, John. The king has begun to shoot his subjects.
Giraud has changed his mind.
Wars are indeed fought by children, by young people who have little to say in where they are sent to die.
As the months passed, even the strident voices from the newspapers had begun to moderate, and the passion to put Preston’s neck in a noose had become subdued. It was a relief to Adams that with the tr...
It out of his throat, wiped at the grime
The bands were everywhere, close and faraway, a blend of discordant noise. He passed close to one now, a half-dozen drummers pounding away, a sergeant leading them in a rhythm that was no rhythm at al...
I confess, without shame, that I am sick and tired of fighting—its glory is all moonshine; even success the most brilliant is over dead and mangled bodies, with the anguish and lamentations of distant...