By Phillip Marlowe
ASTRIDE HIS HORSE, “Little Sorrel,” the tough and sometimes eccentric general, Thomas “Stonewall” Jackson, watched with fiery blue-green eyes as his men silently trudged down the narrow plank road towards Catharine Furnace, a crude iron smelter set deep within the twisted pine scrub of an area in Virginia called “the Wilderness.” Mounted next to him on his white horse “Traveller,” sat General Robert E. Lee, along with the rest of Stonewall’s corp commanders; as the tail end of a cavalry unit under the famed cavalier, J. E. B. Stuart, rode on ahead.
Realizing many of his division commanders nearby were Virginia Military Institute graduates (where Jackson taught before the war), the general leaned back in his saddle and said matter-of-factly to them all: “Gentlemen, the Institute will be heard from today.”
Stonewall was leading his entire corp on a risky 14 mile march, planned with Lee over a small campfire in the dark woods only hours before. Lee had already divided his small army in two, one to face the Union army coming in force across Kelly’s ford on the Rappahannock river and another substantial part to fend off attack on his rear at Fredericksburg. Now he was to divide his army once again, this time in ballsy plan to out-flank the pompous Union General, “Fighting Joe” Hooker, now headquartered at Chancellorsville — little more than a few ramshackle buildings and a rough little inn on the road west of Fredericksburg.
It was one of the boldest military movements in all military history. Yet few today know of it, since the PC apparatchiks work to slime the least White pride because of the never-ending BS about slavery and Jim Crow. Are you not sick of the spoiled, militant and criminal blacks, or all the Jews and their paranoia of solidarity among European Whites? Like the holocaust crap we had nothing to do with (other than freeing the sneaky bastards) — when will these jerkwads ever shut the hell up?
Barely an hour before twilight and darkness, Jackson asks Robert Rhodes, the division general tasked with leading the attack, if the men were ready. When answered in the affirmative, Jackson simply tells him “You can go forward then.”
At that moment, the blue bellies were busy eating their evening grub when they started noticing deer and other wildlife running past (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!” But to this day, no one really knows exactly how it sounds since you really 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 burst forth from the wood line, clearly intent on giving the bayonet to each and every one of the invaders of 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 probably also 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 during a canoe fishing trip).
As twilight finally descended, the landscape was luridly lit 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 fallen of both sides; while dazed and confused yankees wandered aimlessly about — sobbing that the Army of the Potomac had just lost another major 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 (painting above). 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 wounded by his own men that evening while out reconnoitering enemy positions. When he died a few weeks later from pneumonia brought on by fever, his famous last words to those gathered around him 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 incredibly dramatic scene of Lee riding forth in victory at Chancellorsville, I practically had fits, but sadly understood it was probably stinking Jew suits using “PC” politics to stay the director’s hand.
Can’t be pissing off the sacred Negroes!
Nevertheless, one should definitely go and buy the DVD — just for the opening credits alone. It’s beautiful 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 definitely deserved the Oscar for his superb portrayal of Jackson (since the film wasn’t another confusing piece of “edgy angst” PC crap, or the umpteenth holocaust movie, he wasn’t even nominated).
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 Institute will be heard from today” always made my father beam with pride, since he was a VMI graduate himself. But according to him and other civil war historians who know the real deal, Jackson more than likely 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 Virginia Military Institute in Lexington, and being fascinated and 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 civil war battlefields as a child, I’ve found a few Minnie balls and even a piece of cannon shrapnel completely without the use of any metal detector. I’ve also visited the graves of Lee and Stonewall and once even tracked down the out-of-the-way memorial where they buried his left arm after amputation.
Do I think Lee and Jackson were perfect? No, I don’t. No mortal man can ever be truly perfect, although both men were decent and personally worked hard to lead honorable lives. Lee was long admired among his military cohorts.
Celebrating these two genuine American heroes is much more important for Whites than that MLK holiday joke this monday. Martin Luther King. Jr. was a proven plagiarist, whoremonger and Marxist — yet another Jew-created phony jammed down the throats of America by the multicult media to instill pride in blacks and further undeserved race guilt in White people.
Are you not sick of the bull yet?
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 going along with PC politics, but also in taking the easy way out, by cheating or any tricky way 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 Jew bastards call me naive — I will always look up to real-life heroes of the White race, men like Robert E. Lee and Thomas “Stonewall” Jackson. I 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 medalion of Lee, cast for the veterans of the Army of Northern Virginia in the year of Lee’s death (1870). 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 be descended from a certain general in the Army of Tennessee (not Lee’s army) — eerily looking like a carbon copy of the man. I could be related to him.
INCOG’S LEE MEDALION
Will be wearing this when the time comes.