War Is Cruelty, And You Cannot Refine

I See Every Chance Of A Long, Confused And Disorganizing Civil War, And I Feel No Desire To Take A Hand Therein.

I Think I Understand What Military Fame Is; To Be Killed On The Field Of Battle And Have Your Name Misspelled In The Newspapers.

Many And Many A Person In Georgia Asked Me Why We Did Not Go To South Carolina; And, When I Answered That We Were En Route For That State, The Invariable Reply Was, - Well, If You Will Make Those People Feel The Utmost Severities Of War, We Will Pardon You For Your Desolation Of Georgia.

This War Differs From Other Wars, In This Particular. We Are Not Fighting Armies But A Hostile People, And Must Make Old And Young, Rich And Poor, Feel The Hard Hand Of War.

I Begin To Regard The Death And Mangling Of A Couple Thousand Men As A Small Affair, A Kind Of Morning Dash-and It May Be Well That We Become So Hardened.