General, if you put every Union soldier now on the other side of the Potomac on that field to approach me over the same line, I will kill them all before they reach my line.

There was no indication of panic. The broken files marched back in steady step. The effort was nobly made and failed from the blows that could not be fended.

General, unless he offers us honorable terms, come back and let us fight it out!

This is a hard fight and we had better all die than lose it.

If the entire Union Army comes across here, I will kill them all!

I hope to live long enough to see my surviving comrades march side by side with the Union veterans along Pennsylvania Avenue, and then I will die happy.

Why do men fight who were born to be brothers?