The battle is fought and decided by the quartermasters, long before the shooting begins.
I would rather be the hammer than the anvil
It's better for one to die than for all of us to be killed in a shooting affray. Anyway, we've practically no ammunition.
Which would your men rather be, tired, or dead?
Mortal danger is an effective antidote for fixed ideas.
For me, soldiers are all equal. Those black people wore your same uniform, fought on your side, and so you will be in the same jail.