I Know I Had No Hand In

You Cannot Qualify War In Harsher Terms Than I Will.

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 Make Up My Opinions From Facts And Reasoning, And Not To Suit Any Body But Myself. If People Don't Like My Opinions, It Makes Little Difference As I Don't Solicit Their Opinions Or Votes.

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

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.