Grant Stood By Me When

I Confess, Without Shame, That I Am Sick And Tired Of Fighting — Its Glory Is All Moonshine; Even Success The Most Brilliant Is Over Dead And Mangled Bodies, With The Anguish And Lamentations Of Distant Families, Appealing To Me For Sons, Husbands, And Fathers ... It Is Only Those Who Have Never Heard A Shot, Never Heard The Shriek And Groans Of The Wounded And Lacerated ... That Cry Aloud For More Blood, More Vengeance, More Desolation.

I Beg To Present You As A Christmas Gift The City Of Savannah.

An Army To Be Useful Must Be A Unit, And Out Of This Has Grown The Saying, Attributed To Napoleon, But Doubtless Spoken Before The Days Of Alexander, That An Army With An Inefficient Commander Was Better Than One With Two Able Heads.

If Nominated By Either Party, I Should Peremptorily Decline, And Even If Unanimously Elected, I Should Decline To Serve.

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.