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...
Know
Knows where he is now. Not here, that’s for sure. Hope the Krauts didn’t grab him. Buford…Dammit!
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.
I’m not concerned about General Burnside right now. I’m much more concerned with how far Lee will let us go before he does something.
Is that not what a commander must do, earn respect, give them discipline and . . . love them?
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.
We got a duty . . . we all got the same duty, all of us, Major. Armistead
No matter how many times you give the orders, you don’t show them that you know damn well what’s going to happen next. Doesn’t matter if these boys are illiterate mudkickers or college boys. They’ll s...
My job is to … do my job. Lead, for God’s sake. Keep my nose out of places where the machine is working, and stick it in deep where it isn’t.
Lee made small greetings to the others, saw the sour expression of Jubal Early, Ewell’s division commander,
Go home, Sean. Go plant some flowers and mow your grass. And maybe hatch a couple more kids.You sound like Colleen. That's what she wants.It's what we all want. Some of us just don't know it yet.
Every Marine was trained in handling a rifle, no matter what noncombat job he might assume down the road. Right now, at Hagaru-ri, every Marine was now a rifleman.
Blessed be the Lord my strength, which teacheth my hands to war and my fingers to fight … touch the mountains and they shall smoke … He had memorized that verse years before, Psalm 144, knew somehow,...
And so, pointing fingers become pointing guns, because nobody listens to fingers.
With one goal, seeking information of some movement of the enemy, whether anyone was shifting
He is appointed Lieutenant Colonel, second-in-command of the Twentieth Maine Regiment of Volunteers.
Sorry, ma’am, but we need a big damn army right now, and there’s no better way to make one than to gather up a bunch of boys and tell them how much fun they’re going to have killing their enemy.