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WAR

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An attitude not only of defence, but defiance.

Thos. GillespieThe Mountain Storm. "Defence not defiance" became the motto of the Volunteer Movement. (1859)


No terms except an unconditional and immediate surrender can be accepted. I propose to
move immediately upon your works.
U. S. Grant—To Gen. S. B. Buckner. Fort
Donelson. Feb. 16, 1862.


I * * * purpose to fight it out on this
line if it takes all summer.
U. S. Grant—Despatch from Spottsylvania
Court House. May 11, 1864.


The British army should be a projectile to be
fired by the British navy.
Viscount Grey. Quoted by Lord Fisher,
in Memories, as "the splendid words of Sir
Edward Grey."
 
Con disawantaggjo grande si fa la guerra con
chi non ha che perdere.
We fight to great disadvantage when we
fight with those who have nothing to lose.
GuicciARDiNi—Storia d' Italia.


Every position must be held to the last man.
There must be no retirement. With our backs
to the wall, and believing in the justice of our
cause, each one of us must fight to the end.
Field Marshal Haig. At the battle of
Picardy. (1918) See also Geddes. Song
probably well known to Haig.


Yes; quaint and curious war is!
You shoot a fellow down
You'd treat if met where any bar is,
Or help to half-a-crown.
Thos. Hardy—The Man he Killed.
 They were left in the lurch
For want of more wadding—He ran to the
church—


With his arms full of hymnbooks . . .
Rang his voice, "Put Watts into 'em—Boys,
give 'em Watts."
Bret Harte—Caldwell of Springfield.


An hour ago, a Star was falling.
A star? There's nothing strange in that.
No, nothing; but above the thicket,
Somehow it seemed to me that God
Somewhere had just relieved a picket.
Bret Harte—Relieving Guard.
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{{Hoyt quote
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 | text = <poem>Hark! I hear the tramp of thousands,
And of armed men the hum;
Lo, a nation's hosts have gathered
Round the quick alarming drum—
Saying, Come,
Freemen, Come!
Ere your heritage be wasted,
Said the quick alarming drum.
Bret Harte—The Bbvellle.
WAR
Let the only walls the foe shall scale
Be ramparts of the dead!
Paul H. Hayne—Vuksburg.


My men never retire. They go forward or they
die.
Col. William Hayward to a French General
who cried to him to retire his troops, the
th Infantry, colored. See N. Y. Herald.
Feb. 3, 1919. Attributed also to Major
Bundy, but denied by him.


Napoleon healed through sword and fire the
sick nation.
Heine. See Scherer—History of German
Literature. II. 116.


Hang yourself, brave Crillon. We fought at
Arques, and you were not there.
Henry IV, to Crillon after a great victory.
Sept. 20, 1597. Appeared in a note to
Voltaire's Henriade. VIII. 109.


Just for a word—"neutrality," a word which
in war-time had so often been disregarded—just
for a scrap of paper, Great Britain was going to
make war on a kindred nation who desired nothing better than to be friends with her.
Bethmann-Hollweg, German Chancellor, to
Sir Edward Goschen, British Ambassador, Aug. 4, 1914.
 | seealso = (See also Loyson, and William; I. under Government)
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{{Hoyt quote
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 | text = <poem>Bleak are our shores with the blasts of December,
Fettered and chill is the rivulet's flow;
Throbbing and warm are the hearts that remember
Who was our friend when the world was our
foe.
Holmes—Welcome to the Grand Duke Alexis,
Dec. 6, 1871. Referring to the fleet sent by
Russia in Sept., 1863, an act with mixed
motives, but for which we were grateful.


I war not with the dead.
Homer—Iliad. Bk. VII. L. 485
 | note = Pope's trans. Charles V. Of Luther. Found in
W. L. Hertslet—Der Treppenwite der
Weltgeschichte.
 | seealso = (See also {{sc|Vergil)
is Take thou thy arms and come with me,
For we must quit ourselves like men, and strive
To aid our cause, although we be but two.
Great is the strength of feeble arms combined,
And we can combat even with the brave.
Homer—Iliad. Bk. XIII. L. 289.
 | note = Bryant's trans.
 The chance of war
Is equal, and the slayer oft is slain.
Homer—Iliad. Bk. XVIII. L. 388.
 | note = Bryant's trans.


Our business in the field of fight
Is not to question, but to prove our might.
Homer—Iliad. Bk. XX. L. 304
 | note = Pope's trans.