To Me It Seems Certain That The

The Publicity I Have Been Getting, A Good Deal Of Which Is Untrue, And The Rest Of It Ill Considered, Has Done Me More Harm Than Good.

Now In War We Are Confronted With Conditions Which Are Strange. If We Accept Them We Will Never Win. Since Being Realistic, As In Mundane Combats Fistic, We Will Get A Bloody Nose And That's A Sin.

My Men Don't Surrender. I Don't Want To Hear Of Any Soldier Under My Command Being Captured Unless He Has Been Hit. Even If You Are Hit, You Can Still Fight Back.

Battle Is The Most Magnificent Competition In Which A Human Being Can Indulge. It Brings Out All That Is Best; It Removes All That Is Base. All Men Are Afraid In Battle. The Coward Is The One Who Lets His Fear Overcome His Sense Of Duty. Duty Is The Essence Of Manhood.

It Is The Cold Glitter Of The Attacker's Eye Not The Point Of The Questing Bayonet That Breaks The Line.