In March of 1863, the days were ticking down on Brenton Christie's medical leave. If he had been lucky, he would have been lounging by the cracker barrel back in Delaware, Ohio impressing his neighbors with stories of the real war. But the foot soldier had not smelled Lady Luck's perfume in a long time, and she was not courting him now. Instead, General Ulysses Grant had shanghaied him as scout aboard the ironclad Cincinnati, and he was steaming up Deer Creek with Admiral David Porter's swamp navy to take Vicksburg by the back door. It should have been easy duty, but instead he encountered...
In March of 1863, the days were ticking down on Brenton Christie's medical leave. If he had been lucky, he would have been lounging by the cracker bar...
In March of 1863, the days were ticking down on Brenton Christie's medical leave. If he had been lucky, he would have been lounging by the cracker barrel back in Delaware, Ohio impressing his neighbors with stories of the real war. But the foot soldier had not smelled Lady Luck's perfume in a long time, and she was not courting him now. Instead, General Ulysses Grant had shanghaied him as scout aboard the ironclad Cincinnati, and he was steaming up Deer Creek with Admiral David Porter's swamp navy to take Vicksburg by the back door. It should have been easy duty, but instead he encountered...
In March of 1863, the days were ticking down on Brenton Christie's medical leave. If he had been lucky, he would have been lounging by the cracker bar...
