A Blaze of Glory
“Before midnight, a new storm had blown up, a blustery violence that brought down tree limbs and flattened tents. By dawn, when the attack was scheduled to begin, the rains had ceased, the sun rising to a clean, misty sky. Even in the worst of the downpour, Johnston had continued to move, and if there had been any sleep at all, it had come in the saddle. As the sun rose through the trees, Johnston had stared often at his pocket watch, the 8 A.M. timetable crawling toward him like the onset of a ...miserable sickness. He had ridden across most of the places his troops were supposed to be, had found what his generals already knew, that there were great gaps in the lines that were supposed to have been a solid force. By the scheduled time of the attack, Johnston knew it could not happen. The army was not yet ready, and no matter the forcefulness of his orders, or the energetic efforts of his generals to reclaim control of their disorganized troops, the army would be forced to wait. Throughout the morning, as hour passed hour, the bright sun rose above flowering treetops, the air crisp and breezy, the roads starting to dry.MoreLess
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