My Duty Is To Obey Orders.

Never Take Counsel Of Your Fears.

Press On, Press On, Men.

War Means Fighting. The Business Of The Soldier Is To Fight. Armies Are Not Called Out To Dig Trenches, To Throw Up Breastworks, To Live In Camps, But To Find The Enemy And Strike Him; To Invade His Country, And Do Him All Possible Damage In The Shortest Possible Time. This Will Involve Great Destruction Of Life And Property While It Lasts; But Such A War Will Of Necessity Be Of Brief Continuance, And So Would Be An Economy Of Life And Property In The End.

Always Mystify, Mislead, And Surprise The Enemy, If Possible; And When You Strike And Overcome Him, Never Let Up In The Pursuit So Long As Your Men Have Strength To Follow; For An Army Routed, If Hotly Pursued, Becomes Panic-stricken, And Can Then Be Destroyed By Half Their Number. The Other Rule Is, Never Fight Against Heavy Odds, If By Any Possible Maneuvering You Can Hurl Your Own Force On Only A Part, And That The Weakest Part, Of Your Enemy And Crush It. Such Tactics Will Win Every Time, And A Small Army May Thus Destroy A Large One In Detail, And Repeated Victory Will Make It Invincible.

It Is Painful Enough To Discover With What Unconcern They Speak Of War And Threaten It. They Do Not Know Its Horrors. I Have Seen Enough Of It To Make Me Look Upon It As The Sum Of All Evils.