Good morning readers. Thanks for coming by for a read this morning.
I’m five years older than old Bob Lee was when he had his little problem at Gettysburg. I’ve fingered a lot earlier than when I was 65 that I could have avoided what happened to him if it had been me, instead of him dealing with a particular horse soldier. Jeb Stuart, or Jeb Stuart MacGruder, I think it was.
Bobby Lee should have had the good sense to follow the advice of Longstreet and not become an invader, I always figured. Should have stayed the hell down in Virginia, fought in defense of his home soil.
Lee was plenty old enough to know the great majority of the leadership on both sides was composed of the spiritual kinfolk of Stuart, Lincoln, Custer, Fetterman, Hooker, and other dandies too absorbed in what the newspapers were saying about them to keep their eyes on the ball.
Bobby Lee didn’t think that way, but he got the smell of blood in his nose anyway. The men following his orders and getting shot to hell would have been just as happy defending Vicksburg, but they trusted his wisdom, they had the smell of blood in their noses, too.
Same as these today.
But while I was thinking about that last night the damn tree fell on the storage building, so I don’t know where I was going with it.
Today on Ask Old Jules: Escape from Reality?
Old Jules, why is escaping reality ultimately harmful?