---This is a continuation of my previous AAR, of the same name, which died off after a hiatus. This is the Lazarus project to that, in the stylistic form of a story, rather than game pix and a recap. Enjoy~---
Preface;
A word to the reader, there is nothing new under the sun. Every story has in it retellings from older, more cultured stories. Shakespeare had Marlowe, Conan Doyle had Poe, and the Author has a million others. Any characters who are not based on obvious historical characters are not intended to represent anyone living or dead. Such coincidences are accidental and regretted. Thank you.
Chapter One; The Lincoln and Davis Administration and the Southern War of Independence.
Part I
As the dust hit his face, Lionel Wolsey coughed. He had marched from eastern Tennessee with his regiment to the center of Virginia; unlike the majority of the draftees from Tennessee, his regiment was sent to aide the newly formed Army of Northern Virginia, headed by the new minted General Robert E. Lee, lately Colonel in the US Army. He'd never been this far away from home, and had not yet come down with that familiar disease his comrades were convalescent with, longing for home. He still wanted to stab a Yankee or three. The straw bags at the drill camp had done little to sate his bayonet's hunger.
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General Thomas J. Jackson looked over from the southern side of the Potomac and Roanoke towards Washington City. He reigned his horse in, meeting with General Robert E. Lee and General Longstreet and Stuart. The Army of Northern Virginia had moved towards the border to meet with any invasion. Still in Lee's mind rang the words of the Speaker of Virginia as he was inaugurated a General: "The Sacred Soil of Virginia will never yield an inch to invaders".
Jackson listened as Lee pointed towards the North. "Those People," his term for malevolent former countrymen, "will likely invade soon. I should imagine that General McClellan might like to take the peninsula. In order to prevent an invasion of the South, I intend to spearhead into Pennsylvania, and camp this army on the borders of Washington City."'
Jackson nodded as Lee turned towards him, "General, take your army and cover the western flank of the whole. Run off any cavalry or units attempted to stifle our invasion." He said, giving Jackson an order much less than perfectly refined. Jackson knew how to follow it.
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General George Brinton McClellan, commanding all US forces following the dispatch of Winfield Scott, a man too old and fat to get up on his own, much less mount a horse, looked towards the south, in an about face of General Lee. He had no intention of invading yet, as Lee had thought. He only intended to train and wait. And wait he did, and would, until he met the foe on the field.
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Mssrs. Mason and Slidell, diplomats of the CS Government, sent by President Davis to negotiate recognition of those states now in open Rebellion to the United States Government were soon seized on a boat flying the Union Jack, that of a much larger... and much more powerful Union. T'would only be to wait and see if the US would apologize, with a public glorifying the captain of the seizing ship and the morale of the country depended upon.
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Now the Stage is set, the players laid about. A stage for an Empire, actors for Generals. Let the show begin!
Preface;
A word to the reader, there is nothing new under the sun. Every story has in it retellings from older, more cultured stories. Shakespeare had Marlowe, Conan Doyle had Poe, and the Author has a million others. Any characters who are not based on obvious historical characters are not intended to represent anyone living or dead. Such coincidences are accidental and regretted. Thank you.
Chapter One; The Lincoln and Davis Administration and the Southern War of Independence.
Part I
As the dust hit his face, Lionel Wolsey coughed. He had marched from eastern Tennessee with his regiment to the center of Virginia; unlike the majority of the draftees from Tennessee, his regiment was sent to aide the newly formed Army of Northern Virginia, headed by the new minted General Robert E. Lee, lately Colonel in the US Army. He'd never been this far away from home, and had not yet come down with that familiar disease his comrades were convalescent with, longing for home. He still wanted to stab a Yankee or three. The straw bags at the drill camp had done little to sate his bayonet's hunger.
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General Thomas J. Jackson looked over from the southern side of the Potomac and Roanoke towards Washington City. He reigned his horse in, meeting with General Robert E. Lee and General Longstreet and Stuart. The Army of Northern Virginia had moved towards the border to meet with any invasion. Still in Lee's mind rang the words of the Speaker of Virginia as he was inaugurated a General: "The Sacred Soil of Virginia will never yield an inch to invaders".
Jackson listened as Lee pointed towards the North. "Those People," his term for malevolent former countrymen, "will likely invade soon. I should imagine that General McClellan might like to take the peninsula. In order to prevent an invasion of the South, I intend to spearhead into Pennsylvania, and camp this army on the borders of Washington City."'
Jackson nodded as Lee turned towards him, "General, take your army and cover the western flank of the whole. Run off any cavalry or units attempted to stifle our invasion." He said, giving Jackson an order much less than perfectly refined. Jackson knew how to follow it.
-----
General George Brinton McClellan, commanding all US forces following the dispatch of Winfield Scott, a man too old and fat to get up on his own, much less mount a horse, looked towards the south, in an about face of General Lee. He had no intention of invading yet, as Lee had thought. He only intended to train and wait. And wait he did, and would, until he met the foe on the field.
-----
Mssrs. Mason and Slidell, diplomats of the CS Government, sent by President Davis to negotiate recognition of those states now in open Rebellion to the United States Government were soon seized on a boat flying the Union Jack, that of a much larger... and much more powerful Union. T'would only be to wait and see if the US would apologize, with a public glorifying the captain of the seizing ship and the morale of the country depended upon.
-----
Now the Stage is set, the players laid about. A stage for an Empire, actors for Generals. Let the show begin!
