DECEMBER 9, 1864:
High winds, torrential rains, low temperatures, and
driving sleet, turn the area around Nashville into a quagmire in which nothing
can move. Wagons bog down to their axles while horses sink into the ooze up to
their fetlocks.
800
miles away, President Lincoln is demanding to know why General John Schofield
has not completed the destruction of John Bell Hood’s decimated Confederate
Army of Tennessee. When he sends Schofield a telegraph, Schofield’s laconic
reply that conditions are not “propitious” for an attack puts Lincoln in mind
of General McClellan on the Peninsula in 1862. And when the unknowing Schofield
follows this up with a message that his horses need more fodder, Lincoln hears
an echo of McClellan’s refusal to pursue Lee after Antietam because his horses
were “fatigued.” In truth, conditions are not
propitious for an attack, and Schofield does
need the extra fodder, but Lincoln cannot know this.
Fearing
that Hood will slip away and that the war, measurably closer to its end, will
be prolonged, Lincoln’s storied equanimity snaps in a most unusual blaze of
rage. He no longer must tolerate McClellanesque generals, not with Grant,
Sherman and Sheridan in the fight. He tells Grant that the commanders in
Nashville (Schofield and George H. Thomas) must be replaced.
Grant,
a practiced campaigner nonpareil, is having weather problems of his own around
Richmond-Petersburg (heavy snow, high winds, and biting cold) and suspects that
conditions are just as bad, if not worse, far inland. After he receives a
detailed report of conditions from Thomas, Grant shares it with the President,
who by then has recovered his usual good humor and expresses characteristic
concern for the men in the lines.
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