An Army is a collection of armed men obliged to obey one man. Every change in the rules which impairs the principle weakens the army.
William Tecumseh ShermanRead
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.
Interpretation
War is a destructive and painful experience, often glorified by those who do not experience its horrors.
In this quote, William Tecumseh Sherman expresses his deep disdain for war, emphasizing that its supposed glory is an illusion. He points out that those who glorify war often do so from a distance, having never faced the true horrors of battle, including the suffering and death that accompany it. He concludes with the stark reminder that war is fundamentally a hellish experience, devoid of any noble attributes.
In practice
A powerful statement during a peace rally to emphasize the futility of war.
An Army is a collection of armed men obliged to obey one man. Every change in the rules which impairs the principle weakens the army.
Every attempt to make war easy and safe will result in humiliation and disaster.
I think I understand what military fame is; to be killed on the field of battle and have your name misspelled in the newspapers.
The young bloods of the South: sons of planters, lawyers about towns, good billiard-players and sportsmen, men who never did any work and never will... They are splendid riders, first-rate shots and utterly reckless. These men must all be killed or employed by us before we can hope for peace.
You people of the South don't know what you are doing. This country will be drenched in blood, and God only knows how it will end. It is all folly, madness, a crime against civilization! You people speak so lightly of war; you don't know what you're talking about.
War is too serious a matter to leave to soldiers.
The human phenomenon is but the sum Of densely coiled layers of illusion Each of which winds itself on the supreme insanity That there are persons of any kind When all there can be is mindless mirrors Laughing and screaming as they parade about in an endless dream
I write for one and only one purpose, to overcome the invincible ignorance of the traduced heart. I wish to speak to and for those who have had enough of the Social Lie, the Economics of Mass Murder, the Sexual Hoax, and the Domestication of Conspicuous Consumption.
Oh dear,' says God, 'I hadn't thought of that,' and promptly vanishes in a puff of logic.
To live only for some future goal is shallow. It's the sides of the mountain that sustain life, not the top.
All things are created twice. There's a mental or first creation, and a physical or second creation to all things
What if when they called a war, no one went?
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