Sometimes I read something and I’m amazed at how random the world is.
Something like this:
On Sept. 13, 1862, members of the 27th Indiana Infantry were awaiting orders on a hillside near Frederick, Md., as Robert E. Lee’s Confederate troops approached from the south. One of the men noticed a package on the ground and discovered three cigars wrapped in a piece of paper. The men were rejoicing in their good fortune when a sergeant noticed writing on the paper — it was headed “Headquarters of the Army of Northern Virginia.”
They had discovered Lee’s battle plan. The orders had been issued to Gen. D.H. Hill, but one of his staff officers had apparently dropped them; Hill received a second copy from Stonewall Jackson and had not realized that the first set had been lost.
The plans passed quickly up the line, and that afternoon Union general George C. McClellan was wiring the president, “I have all the plans of the rebels, and will catch them in their own trap.” The battle of Sept. 17, Antietam, was the bloodiest single day of the Civil War. It repelled the rebel army and permitted Lincoln to issue the Emancipation Proclamation from a position of strength.
Lee later told a friend: “I went into Maryland to give battle, and could I have kept Gen. McClellan in ignorance of my position and plans a day or two longer, I would have fought and crushed him.”
Futility Closet is one of my favorite sites on the internet. Great for a few minutes to get my mind moving again.
So the Battle of Antietam was lost because a staffer lost the plans in the street… crazy, huh?
I haven’t got a very good way of making this about Claire and I. I suppose I could go on for a little bit about how everything had to align perfectly for us to meet and be where we are now, but I tend to think that that level of navel-gazing reeks of hubris.
Mostly, I just think that’s a crazy little story and wanted to share it.
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But it could be about Claire and you(Claire and ME, object of the preposition takes stress pronoun, so shoot me, I`m Caci`s daughter). What if you had felt lazy and stayed home on New Year`s Eve instead of going to the ATL??
I’m glad he wasn’t lazy that night! Certainly would have been quite a change of fate, I think…