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fcca09b
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And so, pointing fingers become pointing guns, because nobody listens to fingers.
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Jeff Shaara |
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fc4b0fb
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Major, I do not know why God does the things He does, but I believe you have the same duty to God as you have always had: to follow the right path, to live your life with a clear conscience.
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duty
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Jeff Shaara |
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36d45b4
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Not even generals can stop the rain.
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influence
sovereignty-of-god
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Jeff Shaara |
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0241d34
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Quick words did not always mean a quick mind.
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self-discipline
impatience
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Jeff Shaara |
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28ffe31
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world will little note, nor long remember what we say here, but can never forget what they did here. It is for us, the living, rather to be dedicated to the great task remaining before us--that from these honored dead we take increased devotion to that cause for which they here gave the last full measure of devotion ...
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battle-of-gettysburg
gettysburg-campaign
american-civil-war
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Jeff Shaara |
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ee9302e
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The word began to filter down the lines, and the grumbling stopped, there was something new about this march, something these men had never been a part of before. If the fight in the Wilderness had not gone their way--the most optimistic called it a draw--they were not doing what this army had always done before, they were not going back above the river. If they had never said much about Grant, had never thought him any different from the o..
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overland-campaign
army-of-the-potomac
civil-war-eastern-theater
historical-fiction
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Jeff Shaara |
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c078530
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Anger is simply momentary madness, and sometimes there is strength in silence. After all, he is only throwing words, not stones.
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Jeff Shaara |
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1f6c1c2
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Colonel, General Sheridan will be big enough for all of us before this is through.
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Jeff Shaara |
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b28b517
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It's so rarely about military genius, who the greater tactician might be, who sat higher in his class at West Point. It's about mistakes, some of them unavoidable, some of them purely stupid. My job is to make fewer mistakes than the enemy,
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Jeff Shaara |
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00a3213
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The heavy round face was looking at him, the hard look of a man who had also understood, who had seen all the stupidity, who knew, after all, that the gold stars were often mindless decoration, that the army was led not by symbols, but by the fallible egos and blind fantasies of men.
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war
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Jeff Shaara |
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7c0be01
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This regiment was formed last fall, back in Maine. There were a thousand of us then. There's not three hundred of us now." He glanced up briefly. "But what is left is choice." He was embarrassed. He spoke very slowly, staring at the ground. "Some of us volunteered to fight for Union. Some came in mainly because we were bored at home and this looked like it might be fun. Some came because we were ashamed not to. Many of us came ... because i..
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historical-fiction-history-war
historical-fiction
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Jeff Shaara |
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73d963a
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Richmond serves one purpose. Lee must defend it. If we threaten the city, he will have to confront us. Lee will soon learn ... we are not going away. If the newspapers and all those people in Washington must hear that, fine, I will write it down, send a letter to Stanton. You can deliver it yourself, read it to him, to all of them, make them understand what we are going to do. If it takes all summer ... if it takes all year ... it is only a..
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civil-war-eastern-theater
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Jeff Shaara |
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729d8be
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Sorry, ma'am, but we need a big damn army right now, and there's no better way to make one than to gather up a bunch of boys and tell them how much fun they're going to have killing their enemy.
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Jeff Shaara |
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4199df5
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The world around him grew silent; there was something in the air. The odor of dead meat came down on the wind, drifting through the trees. Soft and sour, the smell of distant death.
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Jeff Shaara |
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aa53c8d
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a dangerous thing for any state to maintain its power by plugging up the vent of complaints, stifling the voices of the people. When complaining becomes a crime, hope becomes despair. He finished
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Jeff Shaara |
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bcf5070
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As the months passed, even the strident voices from the newspapers had begun to moderate, and the passion to put Preston's neck in a noose had become subdued. It was a relief to Adams that with the trial now scheduled for October, he had time to work with Josiah Quincy to prepare a case based on law and reason. And it meant he could spend time with his family and enjoy the wonderful peace of the farm.
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Jeff Shaara |
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0bf5a85
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As long as there are armies, there will be a war. I don't care about symbols.
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Jeff Shaara |
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023b9b1
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My God, John. The king has begun to shoot his subjects.
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Jeff Shaara |
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c62ad09
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Meade looked at Grant, and Grant turned, moved toward his tent, said quietly, "General, a moment, if you please ..." --
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civil-war-eastern-theater
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Jeff Shaara |
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485ea6a
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Across the river he could see the burnt and crushed buildings of Fredericksburg, the debris piled along the streets, the scattered ruins of people's lives, lives that were changed forever. His men had done that. Not all of it, of course. The whole corps had seemed to go insane, had turned the town into some kind of violent party, a furious storm that blew out of control, and he could not stop it. The commanders had ordered the provost guard..
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war
futile
civil-war-eastern-theater
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Jeff Shaara |
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f4ae7cf
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Dickinson left the rostrum to applause, loud shouts of approval. Franklin was surprised, looked toward Adams, who returned the look, shook his head. The chamber was dismissed, and Franklin pushed himself slowly up out of the chair. He began to struggle a bit, pain in both knees, the stiffness holding him tightly, felt a hand under his arm. "Allow me, sir." Adams helped him up, commenting as he did so, "We have a substantial lack of backbone..
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war
independence
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Jeff Shaara |
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ced8663
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I always had the faith that this country would elect those who knew best, who could follow the best course through any situation.
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Jeff Shaara |
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2f53101
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We had a tough fight here, but dammit, we're getting the job done. The First and the Twenty-ninth took heavy casualties all day yesterday, and they're still taking them now.
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Jeff Shaara |
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ebd0121
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care about right now is how long this is
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Jeff Shaara |
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0104126
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hatchway with both hands, took a breath, glanced up, across the rows of tanks, half-tracks, and armored trucks moving into line. He watched as the oil trucks moved away,
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Jeff Shaara |
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081ea27
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My job is to ... do my job. Lead, for God's sake. Keep my nose out of places where the machine is working, and stick it in deep where it isn't.
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Jeff Shaara |
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cd35a04
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Goring
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Jeff Shaara |
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49471f9
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Vegetables were almost nonexistent, and what passed for meat was either rancid or pure fat. The men were surviving on crackers and moldy flour. Lee was beginning to understand what this meant to the fighting strength of the army.
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Jeff Shaara |
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e1b49f4
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I did not come into this Army to serve one man, to serve a friend.
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maturation
honor
loyalty
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Jeff Shaara |
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74f2d54
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armies von Arnim
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Jeff Shaara |
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555ad0b
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anything that might be
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Jeff Shaara |
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750b3b5
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Men with power either trumpet to everyone just how powerful they are, or they use that power effectively by keeping quiet about it, and going about their duties.
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Jeff Shaara |
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c6a2fa6
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primarily American force would drive north and east
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Jeff Shaara |
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2dd146e
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To his left he saw the other regiments, men from New York, Pennsylvania, Michigan. Men like these, he thought, just farmers and shopkeepers, and now we are soldiers, and now we are about to die.
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Jeff Shaara |
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801b059
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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.
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Jeff Shaara |
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7951f86
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I always have felt that we are a nation that is very different . . . unique, perhaps. We were founded by thinking men, brilliant men, men who designed a system where conflicts were resolved in debate, where the decision of the majority would prevail. These men had confidence in that majority, they had faith that the design of the system would, by definition, ensure that reasonable men would reach reasonable conclusions, and so we would gove..
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Jeff Shaara |
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1abf6cd
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it out of his throat, wiped at the grime
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Jeff Shaara |
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575d837
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to occupy the
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Jeff Shaara |
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eff7b43
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Around him the chorus had begun, great swarms of creatures that he guessed to be insects, frogs maybe, everything else in this infernal country that had a voice. Why night? he thought. They don't say a thing all day long. The sun goes down and they have some kind of contest to see who can croak and buzz the loudest. Just to keep us awake, I guess. Revenge for slapping at them all day, killing their cousins.
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Jeff Shaara |
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112dc8f
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instructions like he's never been on a field of
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Jeff Shaara |
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e5e29d1
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the hard look of a man who also understood, who had seen all the stupidity, who knew, after all, that the gold stars were often mindless decoration, that the army was led not by symbols, but by the fallible egos and blind fantasies of men. I
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Jeff Shaara |
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e1bef16
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Is that not what a commander must do, earn respect, give them discipline and . . . love them?
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Jeff Shaara |
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861db79
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Chamberlain
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Jeff Shaara |
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8b61ce8
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Newspapers are a great place for cowards and malcontents to have their say.
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Jeff Shaara |