It is the only place in the world to die--on a battlefield.

Fear passes away as a cloud from the face of the sun.
The enemy is bringing you glory--or death.

Yes, I would give a good deal for a regiment, and a bad moment for our side.

But the regiment non est; still, there is left--" "Dan, what are you talking about ?" I cried.
"Death; grim, gaunt and gray death, whose footstep is as noiseless as the fall of snow; death, the silent one, as the Indian calls him." He knocked the ash from his pipe and stuffed the briar into his pocket.
"Jack, I am weary of it all.

If I cannot die artistically, I wish to die a sudden and awful death.