Let’s do this thing. Why leave it up to our kids and theirs to fight it.
I once felt all that kind of anger, which a man ought to feel, against the mean principles that are held by the Tories: a noted one, who kept a tavern at Amboy, was standing at his [[door], with as pretty a child in his hand, about eight or nine years old, as I ever saw, and after speaking his mind as freely as he thought was prudent, finished with this unfatherly expression, "Well! give me peace in my day."
Not a man lives on the continent but fully believes that a separation must some time or other finally take place, and a generous parent should have said, "If there must be trouble, let it be in my day, that my child may have peace;" and this single reflection, well applied, is sufficient to awaken every man to duty.
When the fighting breaks out, everyone will be in it, young and old. All will be forced to choose sides and all will suffer. There will be no safe spaces or places to hide.
The full scale of what's coming is almost too horrific to contemplate. A restored America will emerge, but the cost will be higher than any conflict in our history. None who survive it will ever forget the horrors we went through to finally purge leftism from our country.