The Rebel bullet that can kill me has not yet been molded.

I, Philip Kearny, an old soldier, enter my solemn protest against this order for retreat.

Oh, go in anywhere Colonel, go in anywhere. You'll find lovely fighting all along the line.

I can make men follow me to hell.

The Rebel bullet that can kill me has not yet been molded.

War is horrible because it strangles youth.