The assembly is sounded; form companies, and we are ready for a march, or a fight, or a detail, or anything.

If we are marched a thousand miles or twenty yards, it is all the same.

The private soldier is a machine that has no right to know anything.

He is a machine that moves without any volition of his own.

If Edison could invent a wooden man that could walk and load and shoot, then you would have a good sample of the private soldier, and it would have this advantage--the private soldier eats and the wooden man would not.
We left Chattanooga, but whither bound we knew not, and cared not; but we marched toward Chickamauga and crossed at Lee & Gordon's mill.
THE BULL OF THE WOODS On our way to Lafayette from Lee & Gordon's mill, I remember a ludicrous scene, almost bordering on sacrilege.