Neither enemy faces, nor the mothers that love them,
come to mind when one is thinking of nothing but
endeavouring to survive. Philosophising about war
is useless under fire.
Never, never, never believe any war will be smooth
and easy, or that anyone who embarks on the strange
voyage can measure the tides and hurricanes he will
encounter. The statesman who yields to war fever must
realize that once the signal is given, he is no longer
the master of policy but the slave of unforeseeable
and uncontrollable events.