Grant Comes East - Civil War 02 by Newt Gingrich, William Forstchen Page B
Authors: Newt Gingrich, William Forstchen
Tags: Alternative History
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his tail between his legs...." He paused for a moment, looking into his brandy glass, "or dead."
There was no response. Staring at the glass Dan felt a flicker of pain, the memory of that field at Union Mills, watching good men go in by the thousands, only to be cut down in their turn. If only they had listened, it all could have been avoided. The revelation that had just come out, that Lincoln had actually sent a dispatch advising Meade to use discretion, that he was not required to attack, was useful in his own campaign, but at the same time struck hard into that side of him that wished to see Union victory, to see an end to it all.
If only Meade had listened; his own advice had been a reflection of Lincoln's.
"I can end this war," Dan whispered, as if to himself, taking a sip of brandy and setting it back down.
He looked back up at Tweed and the others.
"I've watched the professionals mismanage this for two long years. They don't understand volunteers. I do, for I am one of them."
"But you are not in command," Tweed replied.
"I can be."
"How?"
"I want Meade to be taken care of by the Committee on the Conduct of the War."
"Good God, man, Meade is dead. Leave it rest," Seymour gasped.
"No. His memory still lingers. John Sedgwick is angling for that job, blaming me for his failure. Get your people in Congress to take down Meade before the committee and Sedgwick is hung with the blame as well."
"You forget about Grant," Tweed said. "Remember, he commands the armies."
"He's new, just a day at it. If the word comes from the White House that I now command the Army of the Potomac, he'll accept it He can't put his own people in yet"
"What Army of the Potomac?" Seymour asked sadly.
"It's still out there," Dan said heatedly. "Most of my corps is still intact . That's going to be the heart of it. I want that appointment confirmed before Grant gets east. I also want sufficient reinforcements assigned to me, the troops coming up from Charleston, Burnside's Ninth Corps; I can bring the number back up to sixty thousand in a fortnight and have the army ready to fight within the month. Then I'll cross the Susquehanna and drive Lee back into Virginia before Grant can even stir. If the rains hold I might even be able to pin Lee against the Potomac and annihilate him."
Seymour and Tweed looked at him with disbelief.
Dan smiled.
"Damn all of you. Think beyond this city for a moment. I take command of the army, defeat Lee, and all opens up. Lincoln and his cronies will be blamed for all that happened before. Even if the war drags into the following year, come next spring I take the Democratic nomination for president, and then, gentlemen, I give you the White House. Think of all that Tammany could do if we moved our headquarters there."
More than one nodded.
"If," Tweed said meditatively. "That's a very big if."
"It starts here, this morning," Dan said sharply. Draining the rest of his brandy he stood up, took the bottle that was on the table, corked it and then tossed it to one of his staff.
"Gentlemen, I'm putting this riot down and I want your people the hell out of the way."
Dan could see that he had them cornered. It was beyond their control and they knew it
"What are you going to do?" Tweed asked.
"What should have been done two days ago. I have a brigade forming up right now. I'm deploying them across the width of the island; we will seal every north-south avenue. Then sweep north."
"Why north?" Seymour asked. "The worst is in the southern wards, Five Points."
"Because that's where the money is, you idiot," Tweed interjected. "Save their backsides and we're heroes."
"My men are veterans," Dan continued, "and I'm cutting them loose. They're angry as hell af ter Union Mills, and I've told them th is riot is provoked by rebel agents. At this point they will not stop and they will not be gentle."
No one spoke. The implication was clear.
Washington, D.C., Outside Fort Stevens
July 17 1863 9.00am
The morning fog
There was no response. Staring at the glass Dan felt a flicker of pain, the memory of that field at Union Mills, watching good men go in by the thousands, only to be cut down in their turn. If only they had listened, it all could have been avoided. The revelation that had just come out, that Lincoln had actually sent a dispatch advising Meade to use discretion, that he was not required to attack, was useful in his own campaign, but at the same time struck hard into that side of him that wished to see Union victory, to see an end to it all.
If only Meade had listened; his own advice had been a reflection of Lincoln's.
"I can end this war," Dan whispered, as if to himself, taking a sip of brandy and setting it back down.
He looked back up at Tweed and the others.
"I've watched the professionals mismanage this for two long years. They don't understand volunteers. I do, for I am one of them."
"But you are not in command," Tweed replied.
"I can be."
"How?"
"I want Meade to be taken care of by the Committee on the Conduct of the War."
"Good God, man, Meade is dead. Leave it rest," Seymour gasped.
"No. His memory still lingers. John Sedgwick is angling for that job, blaming me for his failure. Get your people in Congress to take down Meade before the committee and Sedgwick is hung with the blame as well."
"You forget about Grant," Tweed said. "Remember, he commands the armies."
"He's new, just a day at it. If the word comes from the White House that I now command the Army of the Potomac, he'll accept it He can't put his own people in yet"
"What Army of the Potomac?" Seymour asked sadly.
"It's still out there," Dan said heatedly. "Most of my corps is still intact . That's going to be the heart of it. I want that appointment confirmed before Grant gets east. I also want sufficient reinforcements assigned to me, the troops coming up from Charleston, Burnside's Ninth Corps; I can bring the number back up to sixty thousand in a fortnight and have the army ready to fight within the month. Then I'll cross the Susquehanna and drive Lee back into Virginia before Grant can even stir. If the rains hold I might even be able to pin Lee against the Potomac and annihilate him."
Seymour and Tweed looked at him with disbelief.
Dan smiled.
"Damn all of you. Think beyond this city for a moment. I take command of the army, defeat Lee, and all opens up. Lincoln and his cronies will be blamed for all that happened before. Even if the war drags into the following year, come next spring I take the Democratic nomination for president, and then, gentlemen, I give you the White House. Think of all that Tammany could do if we moved our headquarters there."
More than one nodded.
"If," Tweed said meditatively. "That's a very big if."
"It starts here, this morning," Dan said sharply. Draining the rest of his brandy he stood up, took the bottle that was on the table, corked it and then tossed it to one of his staff.
"Gentlemen, I'm putting this riot down and I want your people the hell out of the way."
Dan could see that he had them cornered. It was beyond their control and they knew it
"What are you going to do?" Tweed asked.
"What should have been done two days ago. I have a brigade forming up right now. I'm deploying them across the width of the island; we will seal every north-south avenue. Then sweep north."
"Why north?" Seymour asked. "The worst is in the southern wards, Five Points."
"Because that's where the money is, you idiot," Tweed interjected. "Save their backsides and we're heroes."
"My men are veterans," Dan continued, "and I'm cutting them loose. They're angry as hell af ter Union Mills, and I've told them th is riot is provoked by rebel agents. At this point they will not stop and they will not be gentle."
No one spoke. The implication was clear.
Washington, D.C., Outside Fort Stevens
July 17 1863 9.00am
The morning fog
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