Men, Do As I Say And I

Forward, Men, And Mix With Them.

What I Desire Most Of You, My Son, Is Never To Gamble Or Swear. These Are Baneful Vices.

War Means Fighting, And Fighting Means Killing.

If One Road Led To Hell And The Other To Mexico, I Would Be Indifferent Which To Take.

If You Surrender You Shall Be Treated As Prisoners Of War, But If I Haveto Storm Your Works You May Expect No Quarter.