War's Legitimate Object Is More Perfect Peace.

The War Now Is Away Back In The Past, And You Can Tell What Books Cannot. When You Talk, You Come Down To The Practical Realities Just As They Happened. You All Know This Is Not Soldiering Here. There Is Many A Boy Here Today Who Looks On War As All Glory, But, Boys, It Is All Hell. You Can Bear This Warning Voice To Generations Yet To Come. I Look Upon War With Horror, But If It Has To Come, I Am There.

I Want Peace, And Believe It Can Only Be Reached Through Union And War, And I Will Ever Conduct War With A View To Perfect An Early Success.

We Must Act With Vindictive Earnestness Against The Sioux, Even To Their Extermination, Men, Women And Children... During An Assault, The Soldiers Cannot Pause To Distinguish Between Male And Female, Or Even Discriminate As To Age.

I Am Tired And Sick Of War. Its Glory Is All Moonshine. It Is Only Those Who Have Neither Fired A Shot Nor Heard The Shrieks And Groans Of The Wounded Who Cry Aloud For Blood, For Vengeance, For Desolation. War Is Hell.

My Aim, Then, Was To Whip The Rebels, To Humble Their Pride, To Follow Them To Their Inmost Recesses, And Make Them Fear And Dread Us. Fear Is The Beginning Of Wisdom.