During our entire service there was never a foul or indecent word uttered at the officers' mess--I mean this literally; and there was very little swearing--although now and then in the fighting, if there was a moment when swearing seemed to be the best method of reaching the heart of the matter, it was resorted to.
The men I cared for most in the regiment were the men who did the best work; and therefore my liking for them was obliged to take the shape of exposing them to the most fatigue and hardship, of demanding from them the greatest service, and of making them incur the greatest risk.

Once I kept Greenway and Goodrich at work for forty-eight hours, without sleeping, and with very little food, fighting and digging trenches.

I freely sent the men for whom I cared most, to where death might smite them; and death often smote them--as it did the two best officers in my regiment, Allyn Capron and Bucky O'Neil.

My men would not have respected me had I acted otherwise.

Their creed was my creed.