4 Quotes by Elisabeth Grace Foley

The war had been a daily thought, a continual consciousness in her life for two years, but never a real presence. Battles were things that were fought somewhere else, won somehow, by someone, and lost by someone else. Now as she stood by her own door and listened to the cannons, it was with a chilling, dreadfully full and clear realization that men were out on the field beneath that gray cloud taking each other’s lives.

Look here,” I said, “what is this?” (I was already getting tired of “Who are you and what are you doing here?”)“Good morning,” he said. Then he grinned as if he couldn’t help seeing the absurdity of it. “I mean, it is a good morning in some respects at least, but I don’t think that’s what you meant.”“No, it is not,” I snapped. “What I mean is, who are you, and what are you doing here?

The rain still drummed on the roof, like fine needles striking the shingles. The family sat silently around the table, each one wrapped in their own thoughts.It was Matthew’s voice that broke the silence, asking, “And what happened after that?”“After that,” said Paul, “came Gettysburg.

There is a difference between being told the truth and being beaten over the head with it