I remember I was reading about Grant during this time. It was a book somebody shoved it into a rucksack on the way, gave it to me right before I left, and ended up on a night table. And there was this episode of Grant at Shiloh, where Grant had a very, very bad first day at Shiloh. His army was almost driven into the river in fact. And he’s sitting that night, there’s no cover available anywhere because every available house or shanty — anything — is filled with surgeons operating on wounded Union soldiers. You have the cries of the wounded out on the battlefield that they were unable to evacuate. It’s raining. The screams of those whose limbs are being removed with a saw and that kind of thing are just horrific, and he’s sitting by himself under a tree. He had a stub of a cigar in his mouth, he had his big Union hat on with the rain dripping off it. And out of the darkness comes Sherman, his favorite general, his best lieutenant if you will. And Sherman sees that Grant is thinking, so he takes a moment and he finally says, “Well Grant, we had the Devil’s own day today, didn’t we?” and he says “Yup, lick ’em tomorrow though.” And I recounted that at a particularly difficult time. It was a day we took terrible casualties. A house had been blown up with our soldiers in it by the overpressure from a suicide bomber. They actually weren’t even able to penetrate, but the construction was not sufficient. And we’d taken a lot of other tough casualties. There had been a couple of car bombs in Baghdad. The Iraqis had taken terrible losses. And I remember telling that and saying, you know, “Lick ’em tomorrow.” And we had a lot of “lick ’em tomorrow” moments before the levels of violence started going down, and even after that.