"After all the army is to serve the nation and fights under the supreme civilian authority.

The armies don't govern." "That's so, but there come times when the general who has to do the fighting can judge best how it ought to be done." Dick lay down on one blanket and put another over him.

It was well into May, which meant hot weather in Mississippi, but, if he could, he always protected himself at night.

He was not a vain lad, but he felt proud over his success.

Hertford's six hundred horse were a welcome addition to any army.
He lay back soon with a knapsack as a pillow under his head and listened to the noises of the camp, blended now into a rather musical note.
Several cooking fires still burned here and there and figures passed before them.