M/150; spot on –on the night of crisis at Shiloh, he rode in late to his HQ (he’d been reconning) to find the room full of jumpy generals waiting for skedaddle orders –most had been routed that day and entire units were scattered along the riverbank looking for rescue steamers. Breaking the ice when Grant entered the room, someone said “Well, they sure gave us hell today” (or something to that effect), Grant, pulling off his gloves and looking around, smiled “Yep…lick ‘em tomorrow though.”