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The column had moved slowly south after the surrender of Vicksburgh, most of the serious wound had been left beind bt a few, around two dozen, had started on the march. Captain David Adams had taken his wound early on the last day, a round had grazed his left bicep - leaving him in a sling and detailed with supervising the wounded.
the march moved away from the Mississippi and the pace slowly increased. Several of the men began to falter and drop, this would end badly if the army continued. At camp that evening Adams reqested to move the wounded out of the line, "If they stay with the main column the whole army will be held back - but we'll also loose more of them" he argued. Slowly the debate tuned from whether to let them go to what to do with them.
Adams approached the map table, his finger resting on a point a short distance west of their position, "There," he offered "a plantation, nothing around and our scouts report the area clear. With your pemission General I'll take the men and wait there until you can spare more resources for us." he looked confident and the argument was compelling.
Slowly the three carts moved up towards the house, untouched and quiet, Adams was confident this would be the place.
Tall and confident Adams was 35 and a career soldier his blue eyes and blonde hair made some compare him to the darling Custer, but Adams was a considered man, cared for his troops and with none of Custers rash qualities.
He rode his horse carefully to the house.
the march moved away from the Mississippi and the pace slowly increased. Several of the men began to falter and drop, this would end badly if the army continued. At camp that evening Adams reqested to move the wounded out of the line, "If they stay with the main column the whole army will be held back - but we'll also loose more of them" he argued. Slowly the debate tuned from whether to let them go to what to do with them.
Adams approached the map table, his finger resting on a point a short distance west of their position, "There," he offered "a plantation, nothing around and our scouts report the area clear. With your pemission General I'll take the men and wait there until you can spare more resources for us." he looked confident and the argument was compelling.
Slowly the three carts moved up towards the house, untouched and quiet, Adams was confident this would be the place.
Tall and confident Adams was 35 and a career soldier his blue eyes and blonde hair made some compare him to the darling Custer, but Adams was a considered man, cared for his troops and with none of Custers rash qualities.
He rode his horse carefully to the house.