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I beg to present you as a Christmas gift the city of Savannah.
My aim, then, was to whip the rebels, to humble their pride, to follow them to their inmost recesses, and make them fear and dread us. Fear is the beginning of wisdom.
There’s many a boy here today who looks on war as all glory but it is all hell.
He belonged to that army known as invincible in peace, invisible in war.
War is too serious a matter to leave to soldiers.
If the people raise a great howl against my barbarity and cruelty, I will answer that war is war, and not popularity seeking.
You cannot qualify war in harsher terms than I will.
War is at its best barbarism.
I would make this war as severe as possible, and show no symptoms of tiring till the South begs for mercy.
It is only those who have neither fired a shot nor heard the shrieks and groans of the wounded who cry aloud for blood, more vengeance, more desolation. War is hell.