General William Sheridan: Hang the General Staff! I'm carrying out the last and greatest order of our late Commander-in-Chief - "Bind up the nation's wounds."
Mark McCain: Bye, Mr. Blandon! Be sure to come back when you're arm's all well.
Frank Blandon: I sure will.
Lucas McCain: Mark, I want you to tell me somethin' honest. Did you mean what you just said to Blandon?
Mark McCain: Pa, he got me thinkin'... well, you was in the war, too. It could have been you got his arm all shot up.
Lucas McCain: Sorry son, but sooner or later you had to find out.
Mark McCain: Why did I? I didn't want to. Pa, his shoulder wasn't healed!
Lucas McCain: Not only poor Blanden's shoulder, but I mean all the ugly, useless suffering in the world. In time you'll learn to accept it and bring it into balance with the good things.
Mark McCain: I'll never be able to, Pa!
Lucas McCain: You will son because you have to. It's the price you pay on staying alive and in your right senses, it's manhood. And I can promise that when you come to the far end of it, you'll raise your old hands to bless this wonderful life you've been given, taken all together with the roast beef, and the moon rises, and a boy and his father riding out in the morning, after you're grown up to be a father yourself.