You People Of The South Don't Know

War Is The Remedy That Our Enemies Have Chosen, And I Say Let Us Give Them All They Want.

It's A Disagreeable Thing To Be Whipped.

You May As Well Say, 'that's A Valiant Flea That Dare Eat His Breakfast On The Lip Of A Lion.

War Is Cruelty, And You Cannot Refine It.

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.