ASTRIDE HIS HORSE, Little Sorrel, the tough and sometimes eccentric general with the fiery blue-green eyes, Thomas “Stonewall” Jackson, silently watched his men trudge down the narrow plank road towards Catharine Furnace, a crude iron smelter set deep within the twisted pine scrub of the Wilderness. Next to him sat mounted General Robert E. Lee and Stonewall’s corp commanders, as the tail end of a cavalry unit under J. E. B. Stuart rode on ahead.
Realizing many of his division commanders nearby were VMI graduates (Jackson taught there before the war), the general leaned back in his saddle and said matter-of-factly: “Gentlemen, the Virginia Military Institute will be heard from today.”
Stonewall was leading his entire corp on a risky 14 mile march, planned with General Lee over a small campfire only hours before. Lee had already divided his small army in two, one to face the Union army coming across Kelly’s ford on the Rappahannock river and another substantial part to fend off attack on his rear coming from Fredericksburg. Now he was to divide his army once again, this time to out-flank the pompous Union General, “Fighting Joe” Hooker, now headquartered at Chancellorsville, little more than a few ramshackle buildings and a traveller’s inn on the road west of Fredericksburg.
It was one of the boldest military movements in all history. Too bad today’s lousy PC apparatchiks still work to slime any White pride in this moment because of all the total BS about slavery and fear of White solidarity. Like the holocaust, when will these jerkwads ever shut the hell up?
Barely an hour before twilight and darkness, Jackson asks Robert Rhodes, his general leading the attack, if the men were ready. When answered in the affirmative, Jackson simply says “You can go forward then.”
The Yankees had gathered to eat their evening grub, when they started noticing deer and other wildlife running past (some Union soldiers even reported seeing a black bear). Right then, a screeching cry rang out from the woods to the front — it was the fearsome Rebel Yell, thought to sound something like “yeeeeeee-haw!” Elderly Confederate veterans at the 75th anniversary of Gettysburg in 1938 were recorded in a newsreel making a sound like “wa-woo-woohoo, wa-woo woohoo.” But to this day, no one really knows how it sounds because you had to be on the receiving end to get the full effect.
Jackson had unleashed his entire 26,000 men corp on the Union right, “dangling in the air.” The Yankees ran for their lives as General Jackson’s men rushed forth, clearly intent on giving the bayonet to each and every one of the invaders of the State of Virginia and the South. Hooker’s army completely fell apart and retreated pell-mell from the onslaught of Confederate fury!
The foolish Union General Hooker, rendered delirious from a Confederate shell hitting a nearby porch column and maybe a few quick nips from his flask of spirits, turned over his forces to General Darius Couch while his army retreated towards the river at US ford (where I once camped for a night).
As twilight finally descended, the landscape was luridly lite by Chancellorsville outbuildings set aflame and the ground littered with dead horses, broken and discarded muskets, torn paper powder cartridges, upturned cannons and caissons. Among the debris of war, lay the dead of both sides; wounded and captured Yankees wandered aimlessly around, quietly sobbing to themselves that the Union had just lost another battle to the great Lee and Jackson!
As the rag-tag rebel army advanced on the sorely beaten and retreating Union army, the men saw General Lee, riding with his staff through the littered Chancellorsville battle-scape on his faithful horse Traveller. His men dearly loved “Marsh Lee” and quickly surrounded him to shout heartfelt congratulations on another glorious victory!
In a truly horrible turn of events, Jackson was mortally wounded by his own men that evening while out reconnoitering the enemy. When he died a few weeks later from pneumonia brought on by fever, his famous last words were “let us cross over the river and rest under the shade of the trees.” Lee, hoping for his recovery, had only recently wrote to him saying “you may have lost your left arm, but I surely have lost my right.”
And he did, too.
God, I would give absolutely anything to have seen the dramatic sight of Lee riding into Chancellorsville that evening!
When the 2003 movie “Gods and Generals” left out this incredible scene of Lee riding forth in victory, I practically had conniption fits, but later realized the possibility that Jew suits and “PC” politics may have stayed the director’s hand.
Nevertheless, one should definitely go and buy the DVD — just for the opening credits alone — a montage of battle flags from both sides set to a soul-stirring Irish ballad from the time (video below). Plus, actor Robert Duvall is totally believable as Robert E. Lee and Stephen Lang most definitely deserved the Oscar for his sublime portrayal of Jackson (but didn’t since the film wasn’t another confusing piece of “edgy angst” PC crap, or the umpteenth holocaust movie).
The brilliant opening credits to the movie “Gods and Generals.” I often have trouble watching this part — because it literally brings tears to my eyes!
The story of Jackson saying “gentlemen, the Virginia Military Institute will be heard from today” always made my father beam, being a proud VMI graduate himself. According to him and many historians, Jackson probably said “…the corp will be heard from today,” since VMI grads — then and now — always called themselves “the corp.”
I remember as a young boy visiting the chapel at VMI, inspired by a large painting shows the young cadets of VMI making a charge on the Yankees during the battle of New Market in 1864. Visiting battlefields as a kid, I’ve found Minnie balls and even a piece of cannon shrapnel completely without the use of a metal detector. I’ve also visited the graves of Lee and Stonewall and once visited the place they buried his left arm after amputation!
Do I think Lee and Jackson were perfect? No, I don’t. No man can truly be perfect, although both men were decent and worked hard to lead honorable lives. To celebrate these two genuine heroes, is much more important for Whites than the proven plagiarist and Jew-created Marxist, Martin Luther King, completely pushed on America by the multicult media so as to instill pride in blacks and guilt in White people.
You see, a person may not always win in the end, but it’s how honorably he comports himself while trying. Far too many Americans today have been brainwashed by Jewry not only in pushing PC politics, but also in taking the easy way out, by cheating or any tricky tactic they can come up with to beat the other guy and/or the system. The idea is “the ends justifies the means.”
These lousy SOBs even have a word to celebrate using sneaky tactics for individual advancement and profit: “Chutzpah.” Let these subversive Eastern European bastards call me naive — I myself will always look up to real-life heroes like Robert E. Lee and Thomas “Stonewall” Jackson; hope to have the backbone and courage to live like they did — fighting to the death all “those people” with every ounce of effort and ability — without resorting to dishonorable methods.
And what I hope and fervently pray for is that today’s subversive, false-flag mothers will soon hear the Rebel Yell right in their fat faces, recreated just for them and screamed by the millions as we take back our lands from these corrupt and immoral people!
— Phillip Marlowe
PS: I proudly own a memorial pewter medallion of Lee, cast in the last year of Lee’s life (1870) for the veterans of the Army of Northern Virginia. I also have at least two ancestors, that I know of, who served in his army, one dying from wounds received at the battle of Mechanicsville. Although foggy (my mountain ancestry crosses several state lines), I might also have some blood from a general in the Army of Tennessee (not Lee’s army) — eerily looking like a carbon copy of the man.