I am tired and sick of war. Its glory is all moonshine. It is only those who have neither fired a shot nor heard the shrieks and groans of the wounded who cry aloud for blood for vengeance for desolation. War is hell.
I beg to present you as a Christmas gift the city of Savannah.
All War Departments are now Defense Departments. This is all part of the...
The means of defense against foreign danger historically have become the instruments of tyranny at home.
