We Have Good Corporals And Good Sergeants

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 Will Not Accept If Nominated, And Will Not Serve If Elected.

The Whole Army Is Burning With An Insatiable Desire To Wreak Violence Upon South Carolina. I Almost Tremble For Her Fate.

We Must Act With Vindictive Earnestness Against The Sioux, Even To Their Extermination, Men, Women And Children... During An Assault, The Soldiers Cannot Pause To Distinguish Between Male And Female, Or Even Discriminate As To Age.

The More Indians We Can Kill... The Less Will Have To Be Killed The Next War, For The More I See Of These Indians, The More Convinced I Am That They All Have To Be Killed Or Be Maintained As A Species Of Paupers.