Listen young heroes! Your country is calling! Time strikes the hour for the brave and the true! Now while the foremost are fighting and falling, Fill up the ranks that have opened for you!
Civil War Quotes
He has lost his left arm, but I have lost my right arm.
We could have pursued no other course without dishonor. And as sad as the results have been, if it had all to be done over again, we should be compelled to act in precisely the same manner.
Let us judge not, that we be not judged. The prayers of both could not be answered. That of neither has been answered fully. The Almighty has His own purposes. “Woe unto the world because of offenses; for it must needs be that offenses come, but woe to that man by whom the offense cometh.” […]
Till after our Civil War it never seemed to enter the head of any foreigner, especially of any Englishman, that an American had what could be called a country, except as a place to eat, sleep, and trade in. Then it seemed to strike them suddenly. “By Jove, you know, fellahs don’t fight like that […]
The way that Tito kept the Serbs, Croats, Slovenians, Montenegrins, Albanians, and Kosovars from killing each other was, he did it for them.
I would die, yes I would die willingly because I love my country. But if this is ever over, I’ll be damned if I ever love another country. (during Civil War)
The scenes of this field (Shiloh) would have cured anybody of war. Mangled bodies, dead, dying, in every conceivable shape, without heads, legs; and horses!… I still feel the horrid nature of this war, and the piles of dead Gentlemen and wounded and mained makes me more anxious than ever for some hope of an […]
But out of that silence rose new sounds more appalling still; a strange ventriloquism, of which you could not locate the source, a smothered moan, as if a thousand discords were flowing together into a key-note weird, unearthly, terrible to hear and bear, yet startling with its nearness; the writhing concord broken by cries for […]
Who but a living witness can adequately portray those scenes on Shiloh’s field, when our wounded men, mingled with rebels, charred and blackened by the burning tents and underbrush, were crawling about, begging for someone to end their misery? Who can describe the plunging shot shattering the strong oak as with a thunderbolt, and beating […]
