That same man that renneth awaie
Maie fight again on other daie.
Ares (the God of War) hates those who hesitate.
Euripides—Heracluke. T22.
Jellicoe has all the Nelsonic attributes except
one—he is totally wanting in the great gift of
insubordination.
Lord Fisher—Letter to a Privy Councillor.
Dec. 27, 1916.
My right has been rolled up. My left has
been driven back. My center has been smashed.
I have ordered an advance from all directions.
Gen. Foch—Letter to Marshal Joffre during the Battle of the Marne.
Then came the attack in the Amiens sector on
August 8. That went well, too. The moment
had arrived. I ordered General Humbert to attack in his turn. "No reserves." No matter.
Allez-y (Get on with it) I tell Marshal Haig to
attack, too. He's short of men also. Attack all
the same. There we are advancing everywhere
—the whole line! En avant! Hup!
Gen. Foch. In an interview with G. Ward
Price, correspondent of London Daily Mail.
(1919)
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{{Hoyt quote
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| text = <poem>All the same, the fundamental truths which
govern that art are still unchangeable; just as
the principles of mechanics must always govern
architecture, whether the building be made of
wood, stone, iron or concrete; just as the principles of harmony govern music of whatever
kind. It is still necessary, then, to establish the
principles of war.
Gen. Foch—Principles of War. From the
preface written for the post-bellum edition.
I am going on to the Rhine. If you oppose
me, so much the worse for you, but whether
you sign an armistice or not, I do not stop until
I reach the Rhine.
Gen. Foch to the Germans who came to ask
for an armistice. As reported by G. Ward
Price in the London Daily Mail. (1919)
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| text = <poem>Keep the home fires burning, while your hearts are yearning,
Tho' your lads are far away they dream of home.
There's a silver lining through the dark cloud shining;
Turn the dark cloud inside out till the boys come home.
Mrs. Lena Guilbert Ford. Theme suggested by Ivor Novello, who wrote the music. Sung by the soldiers in the Great War.
There never was a good war or a bad peace.
Benj. Franklin—Letter to Quincy. Sept. 11, 1773. </poem>
Your flaming torch aloft we bear,
With burning heart an oath we swear
To keep the faith, to fight it through,
To crush the foe or sleep with you
In Flanders' fields.
C. B. Galbreath. Answer to McCrae's
In Flanders' Fields.
When the red wrath perisheth, when the dulled
swords fail, »
These three who have walked with Death—these
shall prevail.
Hell bade all its millions rise; Paradise sends
three:
Pity, and Self-sacrifice, and Charity.
Theodosia Garrison—These shall Prevail.
Sufficeth this to prove my theme withal,
That every bullet hath a lighting place.
Gascoigne—Duke Bellum Inexpertis.
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William m)
O, send Lewis Gordon hame
And the lad I maune name,
Though his back be at the wa'
Here's to him that's far awa'.
O, hon! my Highlandman,
O, my bonny HigManHm^n,
Weel would I my true love ken
Among ten thousand Highlandmen.
Accredited to Geddes—Lewis Gordon. In
Scotch Songs and Ballads.
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We have 500,000 reservists in America who
would rise in arms against your government.
Zimmermann to Ambassador Gerard.
I told him that we had five hundred thousand
and one lamp posts in America, and that was
where the German reservists would find themselves if they tried any uprising.
Ambassador Gerard's answer. James W.
Gerard—My Four Years in Germany. P.
237.
It is an olde saw, he fighteth wele (well) that
fleith faste.
Gesta Romanorum. Wolf and the Hare. 15th
cent. MS.
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{{Hoyt quote
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French chauvinists, nor the Englishmen's gnashing of teeth, nor the wild gestures of the Slavs
will turn us from our aim of protecting and extending German influence all the world over.
Official secret report of the Germans, quoted in
the French Yellow Book.
Ye living soldiers of the mighty war,
Once more.from roaring cannon and the drums
And bugles blown at morn, the summons comes ;
Forget the halting limb, each wound and scar:
Once more your Captain calls to you;
Come to his last review!
