Note: This story is based on fact from before the 2nd part of the civil war.
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Things of the Past
I was called to a meeting. The meeting regarded preparations for battle. Benjamin Wade and Zachariah Chandler were asking me many questions; too many questions.
The meeting was held in a small office, a cozy one, with a light blue wall with a color slightly darker than the sky. A large cozy brown couch sat in the darkest corner of the room, and a black desk in the brightest corner. The American flag hung on the wall with pride. I sat on the couch; it was comfortable, like sitting on a large cloud. Chandler sat on the chair behind the desk, and Wade sat on a small chair nearby.
“Do you care to explain why was I called to this meeting? I was in the middle of preparing my men for battle.” They looked at each other.
“Sir, we appreciate you’re pretending, but you know why you’re here.” I was angry. What he said was disrespectful, and uncalled for.
“Are you implying that I was not working for my country and preparing my troops for the battle?” I questioned in disbelief.
“Sir, with all due respect, we don’t believe you were preparing anyone or anything for battle,” Chandler murmured.
“Sir, if there are going to be any further questions, we are going to call off this meeting.” Wade raged.
“General, what is your plan for attacking the South?” Chandler asked.
“Well, I plan to invade Virginia from the sea. We shall take over Richmond, and some of the other major cities in the South.” I answered to him proudly, for my plan could not fail; it was flawless.
“Oh, I see,” he answered doubtfully. “Are your troops going the South soon?” he asked.
“No, I don’t plan to let them go just yet, we need more men.”
“Sir, why are you refusing to attack the Confederate Army?” Wade questioned, carefully wording his sentences.
“Well, I have to prepare and ensure the proper routes of retreat; of course if we didn’t we’d have to risk so many things. No space to move around,” I proudly answered to him.
“General McClellan, if I understand you correctly, before you strike at the rebels you want to be sure of plenty of room so that you can run in case they strike back…” then he added, “or, in case you get scared?”
I got up out of the comfy dent I made in that couch, and left the room, for I was offended. Soon after, they started a rumor that I was guilty of (quote) “infernal, unmitigated cowardice.” They are simply jealous of the amazing plans I am capable of creating.
