I'm sending 6 leaders by rail from DC to various western postings, individually. At some point before their tracks diverge, their trains hit some rough weather. I read in the log about how they're all scattered, recuperating, and the spring offensive is in the toilet.
These guys had butlers. Entourages. They wouldn't starve because they had endless fat adjutants to chew on. I understand moving on foot through the Rockies, but these guys got taken out from a velvet-lined bourbon-stinking rail car somewhere in Ohio


