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...
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...
Meade looked at Grant, and Grant turned, moved toward his tent, said quietly, General, a moment, if you please …
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...
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.
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...
Responsibility, had been shifted from the president’s weakening shoulders. It was now up
Wars are indeed fought by children, by young people who have little to say in where they are sent to die.
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...
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...
As long as there are armies, there will be a war. I don’t care about symbols.
Have to know, he thought. I have to get out there and talk to people and see for myself. But there’s nothing I can do now, and, dammit, I need some sleep.
Instructions like he’s never been on a field of
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...
In terms of the collective memory of the American people, the Korean War is not just forgotten. It was not remembered in the first place…. —HISTORIAN ALLAN MILLETT
It out of his throat, wiped at the grime
A dangerous thing for any state to maintain its power by plugging up the vent of complaints, stifling the voices of the people. When complaining becomes a crime, hope becomes despair. He finished
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