To occupy the
It out of his throat, wiped at the grime
No one knew how to end it. The war had settled into unbearable, unwinnable battles. It had reached a point where there were no more victories, only death.
Göring
Anger is simply momentary madness, and sometimes there is strength in silence. After all, he is only throwing words, not stones.
Giraud has changed his mind.
The heavy round face was looking at him, the hard look of a man who had also understood, who had seen all the stupidity, who knew, after all, that the gold stars were often mindless decoration, that t...
My God, John. The king has begun to shoot his subjects.
Dammit, you’ve got a job to do! He tried to pull energy—confidence—from the faces of the others, even from men who had never done this before.
Throwing
Knows where he is now. Not here, that’s for sure. Hope the Krauts didn’t grab him. Buford…Dammit!
I always had the faith that this country would elect those who knew best, who could follow the best course through any situation.
Burnside was in the best position on the field, could have moved at any time toward a weak defense, a defense that was weaker still
Around him the chorus had begun, great swarms of creatures that he guessed to be insects, frogs maybe, everything else in this infernal country that had a voice. Why night? he thought. They don’t say...
Anything that might be
This regiment was formed last fall, back in Maine. There were a thousand of us then. There’s not three hundred of us now. He glanced up briefly. But what is left is choice.He was embarrassed. He spoke...
Newspapers are a great place for cowards and malcontents to have their say.
Is that not what a commander must do, earn respect, give them discipline and . . . love them?
And so, pointing fingers become pointing guns, because nobody listens to fingers.
Worn-out shoes. Few of the men had anything solid on their feet, and the curses toward the supply officers went mostly unheeded by the officers, who had worries of their own.