Train our children to love God.
It was not war, it was murder.
But the admiration for Jackson was by no means confined to his own soldiers and to his own section.
There was a nuisance in the service known as the army correspondent.
As each brigade emerged from the woods, from 50 to 100 guns opened upon it, tearing great gaps in its ranks; but the heroes pressed on and were shot down by reserves at the guns. It was not war, it was murder.
Let our children be taught love love love.