The legitimate object of war is a more perfect peace.

The carping and bickering of political factions in the nation's capitol reminds me of two pelicans quarreling over a dead fish.

The scenes on this field would cure anyone of war.

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…