In my dreams I hear again the crash of guns, the rattle of musketry, the strange, mournful mutter of the battlefield.

In my dreams I hear again the crash of guns, the rattle of musketry, the strange, mournful mutter of the battlefield.

Strange dreams are better than no dreams at all.

I see that old flagpole still stands. Have your troops hoist the colors to its peak, and let no enemy ever haul them down.

A general is just as good or just as bad as the troops under his command make him.

By profession I am a Soldier and take pride in that fact, but I am prouder to be a father