“Hello Sailor, what’s up?” he said.
Of course it was C.W. I hadn’t seen him in weeks and thought perhaps he had left for good.
“Where on earth have you been?” I asked.
“Nowhere on earth,” he said. “I was called back to an intergalactic conference on intra-species hostilities. Your little planet was the subject of much of the discussion, by the way.”
“Yes. Tell me—what is it about war that you find so appealing? Hell, I hated it and I got paid for it.” He was General Grant now.
“I don’t know,” I said. “You seem to forget that it cost me four good years as well.”
“I thought that at least your Christians found ‘The Peacemakers’ blessed.”
“Used to. The ‘Peacemakers’ were replaced by the ‘Moneymakers.’”
“Funny,” he said. “And all those comedians out of work.” He pulled a cigar from a pocket and, as we walked along, lit it and blew some smoke my way. For once, people didn’t stare as I assume they though he was just part of the literary festival.
“Tell me something else,” he said after we had walked on a ways.
“What is this fascination your region seems to have with that greatest of warmongers, old Bobby Lee?”
“What do you mean?”
“I mean you even honor his birthday. Why don’t you honor the 25,000 of his men he massacred in his insane little venture up in Pennsylvania?”
“You mean Gettysburg?”
“I mean ‘Lee’s Folly.’ Hell he lost more troops there than they say I did in The Wilderness. And I said I was sorry and came down in history as a butcher. He is the national symbol of the noble warrior. Why?”
“I don’t know,” I said.
“I’ll tell you,” he said.
“Because the goddam Virginians, who lost about 7,000 in that war, compared to more than 20,000 from North Carolina, wrote the history of that miserable little affair.”
|Hey Barack and Hillary - war isn't really that great. - C.W.|
He began to cough, so I didn’t say anything.
“Then they blamed the fact that George Mead whipped Bobby’s ass on everyone from poor Pete Longstreet to Heth’s Division.” He drew on his cigar and inhaled. “And all because General Lee didn’t want to send any of his troops to help out at Vicksburg.”
I walked on. He exhaled some cigar smoke and turned to me.
“I always like what little Georgie Pickett himself had to say about who caused the defeat of his ill-ordered charge,” he said.
“He said: I always thought the Yankees had something to do with it.”
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