There's nothing so much like a god on earth as a General on a battlefield.
Why do there have to be men like that, men who enjoy another man's dying?
I tell you, Colonel, we got to win this war. What will happen, do you think, if we lose? Do you think the country will ever get back together again? Doubt it. Would it too deep. The differences. . .If...
It rained all that night. The next day was Saturday, the Fourth of July.
Perhaps it was only that when you try to put it into words you cannot express it truly, it never sounds as you dream it.
How do you force a man to fight – for freedom? The idiocy of it jarred him.
It wasn’t the dying. He had seen men die all his life, and death was the luck of the chance, the price you eventually paid. What was worse was the stupidity. The appalling sick stupidity that was so b...
If men were equal in America, all these former Poles and English and Czechs and blacks, then they were equal everywhere, and there was really no such thing as a foreigner; there were only free men and...
I've been a soldier all my life. I've fought from the ranks on up, you know my service. But sir, I must tell you now, I believe this attack will fail. No 15,000 men ever made could take that ridge. It...
He suspended thinking; his mind was a bloody vacancy, like a room in which there has been a butchering.
Thought, Lee wants a frontal assault. I guess he’ll have one. He turned to the messenger.
And so it was not even patriotism but a new faith. The Frenchman may fight for France, but the American fights for mankind, for freedom; for the people, not the land.
A man who has been shot at is a new realist, and what do you say to a realist when the war is a war of ideals?
I'll wave no more flags for home. No tears for Mother. Nobody ever died for apple pie.
It came to him in the night sometimes with a sudden appalling shock that the boys he was fighting were boys he had grown up with. The war had come as a nightmare in which you chose your nightmare side...
To be a good soldier you must love the army. But to be a good officer you must be willing to order the death of the thing you love. That is … a very hard thing to do. No other profession requires it....
General, you may attack'...He gave no further directions...With that word it was out of his hands. It had never really been in his hands at all. And yet his was the responsibility.
Lee stopped, looked north. I twas working almost like a plan. It was possible to see Intention in it...he gave no further directions...it had never really been in his hands at all. And yet his was the...
Saw the face of Robert Lee. Incredible eyes. An honest man, a simple man. Out of date. They all ride to glory, all the plumed knights.
And yet suddenly, terribly, he wanted it again, the way it used to be, arms linked together, all drunk and singing beautifully into the night, with visions of death from the afternoon and dreams of de...
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