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....Tis only those who have never heard a shot, never heard the shriek and groans of the wounded or lacerated...that cry aloud for more blood, more vengeance, more desolation.