I always shot at privates. It was they that did the shooting and killing, and if I could kill or wound a private, why, my chances were so much the be… - Samuel R. Watkins

Farewell, old fellow! We privates loved you because you made us love ourselves.

He was loved, respected, admired; yea, almost worshipped, by his troops. I do not believe there was a soldier in his army but would gladly have died for him. With him everything was his soldiers, and the newspapers, criticizing him at the time, said, "He would feed his soldiers if the country starved."

America has no north, no south, no east, no west; the sun rises over the hills and sets over the mountains, the compass just points up and down, and we can laugh now at the absurd notion of there being a north and a south. ... We are one and undivided.