
This made me think of something that happened to me recently. Lee(Army of the Potomac), Longstreet(Corp) and Jackson(Corp[Jackson's Corp - Jackson, A.P.Hill, J.Early, J.Walker - all Fast Movers] ) were in Charlottsville; McClellan had his army in Albemarle (
The Ominous Wilderness) but the blue bellies were in bad shape, because Lee had cutoff their sustenance by retaking Fredericksburg with a brigade sent in from Richmond several turns previous, and Culpeper(between Albemarle and Manassas) was also under Gray control. Nothing eatable could get through to McClellan's hungry men.
McClellan was too cautions or afraid to withdraw with Lee's army massed at his front as if the steeled eyes of 65,000 butternut veterans nailed him in his position. But supply had long since dwindled and his troops were on half rations for over two weeks now. Fallout with sickness and desertion was becoming out of control. McClellan knew that if he didn't do something he would lose his army, one way or the other.
Feeling elation at his luck Lee yearned to make up for lost time, not just by driving into McClellan out of Albemarle; that would not satisfy him. He decided to use the Jackson-Aggression for these ends and ordered him to take his men through Culpeper and into The Valley and start a campaign to regain the bread basket of Virginia; things hadn't been well in northern Virginia before this time.
All corps of the Army of the Potomac stepped off brightly and on time on that sunny October morning. Soon
The Ominous Wilderness was alight with a tremendous battle that raged for many days off and on again. But what horrors do Lee's eyes behold amidst this carnage? Jackson in the midst of the fray slashing left and right with his division, eyes glowing bright blue, a trickle of lemon juice staining his beard. Lee inquired sternly of his Stonewall what brought him to this field, "I just couldn't ignore God's providence, and to do His will and drive these Yankees from our hallowed soil". Jackson, marching through the orchards of Culpeper had heard the low booming of big guns to the south echoing through the cool, crisp autumn air, and could not resist the call to battle.
After the thundering of guns had abated with parts of the Wilderness, its dry underbrush ablaze charring the bodies of dead and unfortunate wounded alike, Jackson turned his back on the glory that "belonged to God alone" and was soon in Culpeper on his way to the Valley many days late from his schedule.
But God has His own plans and before the Foot Cavalry had advanced further coughing and men falling out in droves, running for the cover of the closest bushes to relieve their cramped guts through both ends of their misery prevailed in the corps columns; epidemic had found Jackson.
More than two and a half weeks late Jackson and his men arrived in New Market with only the energy to stand ominously, grim faced and scare the garrisons there into immobility without the courage to flee; Jackson was once again the Stonewall.