It rained all that night. The next day was Saturday, the Fourth of July. — Michael Shaara Copy Share Image
“The great white joker in the sky dooms us all to stupidity or poverty from birth. No two things on earth are equal or… — Michael Shaara Copy Share Image
“I tell you, Colonel, we got to win this war. What will happen, do you think, if we lose? Do you think the country… — Michael Shaara Copy Share Image
Perhaps it was only that when you try to put it into words you cannot express it truly, it never sounds as you dream… — Michael Shaara Copy Share Image
Pickett excused himself, watchful of Longstreet. Pickett was always saying something to irritate somebody, and he rarely knew why, so his method was simply… — Michael Shaara Copy Share Image
I've been a soldier all my life. I've fought from the ranks on up, you know my service. But sir, I must tell you… — Michael Shaara Copy Share Image
“He bent down, scratched the black dirt into his fingers. He was beginning to warm to it; the words were beginning to flow. No… — Michael Shaara Copy Share Image
“The true rain came in a monster wind, and the storm broke in blackness over the hills and the bloody valley; the sky opened… — Michael Shaara Copy Share Image
“I'll wave no more flags for home. No tears for Mother. Nobody ever died for apple pie.” — Michael Shaara Copy Share Image
“To be a good soldier you must love the army. But to be a good officer you must be willing to order the death… — Michael Shaara Copy Share Image
“I don't really understand it. Never have. The more I think on it the more it horrifies me. How can they look in the… — Michael Shaara Copy Share Image
“He was one of those, like Stuart, who looked on war as God's greatest game.” — Michael Shaara Copy Share Image
“There is one thing you can do. You can resign now. You can refuse to lead it. But I cannot even do that. Cannot… — Michael Shaara Copy Share Image
