1 He wished that he, too, had a wound, a red badge of courage.
2 Eventually, his courage expended itself upon these objections.
3 After they had walked together for some time the tattered man mustered sufficient courage to speak.
4 But no one questioned his right to deal in such words, and presently he recovered his air of courage.
5 Thus, many men of courage, he considered, would be obliged to desert the colors and scurry like chickens.
6 With the courageous words of the artillery and the spiteful sentences of the musketry mingled red cheers.
7 A lad whose face had borne an expression of exalted courage, the majesty of he who dares give his life, was, at an instant, smitten abject.
8 He had been used to regarding his comrade as a blatant child with an audacity grown from his inexperience, thoughtless, headstrong, jealous, and filled with a tinsel courage.
9 He wished to return to camp, knowing that this affair was a blue demonstration; or else to go into a battle and discover that he had been a fool in his doubts, and was, in truth, a man of traditional courage.
10 He could conceive of men going very insignificantly about the world bearing a load of courage unseen, and although he had known many of his comrades through boyhood, he began to fear that his judgment of them had been blind.