Here's what I want to know: Why do I live on an Army post named after a Confederate douche instead of the real hero of the Civil War?
You'll perhaps remember that my husband took on the task of speaking for Sherman at our last duty station. He has read much about this great man, including Victor Davis Hanson's The Soul of Battle. I sat down with this book a couple of weeks ago, forcing myself to slog through Hanson's offhanded knowledge of ancient Greece in order to learn about Epaminondas. (If Hanson says he's worth knowing about, then it's worth muddling my brain with B.C. timelines and maps of Peloponnese.) But what I really wanted was to get to page 123 and start The March to the Sea. I haven't been disappointed.
It has given me great pleasure not only to learn about Sherman but to see the passages my husband highlighted in the book, to see Sherman through his eyes and know what impresses him as a soldier. And to read about Sherman and smile, seeing at times a reflection of my husband.
What a good book. And I haven't even gotten to Patton yet.
(There's a blogger out there who speaks far more eloquently about Sherman than I ever could...)
Posted by Sarah at April 4, 2007 05:46 PM | TrackBack