War is cruelty. There is no use trying to reform it. The crueler it is, the sooner it will be over.
War is cruelty. There is no use trying to reform it. The crueler it is, the sooner it will be over.
But, my dear sirs, when peace does come, you may call on me for any thing. Then will I share with you the last cracker, and watch with you to shield your homes and families against danger from every quarter.
War is the remedy that our enemies have chosen, and I say let us give them all they want.
It is only those who have neither fired a shot nor heard the shrieks and groans of the wounded who cry aloud for blood, more vengeance, more desolation. War is hell.
There is many a boy here today who looks on war as all glory, but, boys, it is all hell.
War is at its best barbarism.
I think I understand what military fame is; to be killed on the field of battle and have your name misspelled in the newspapers.
If the people raise a great howl against my barbarity and cruelty, I will answer that war is war, and not popularity seeking.
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.
I know I had no hand in making this war, and I know I will make more sacrifices today than any of you to secure peace.
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.
He belonged to that army known as invincible in peace, invisible in war.
War is hell.
The scenes on this field would have cured anybody of war.
War is too serious a matter to leave to soldiers.
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