Sarah Horvath

Mr. Feeney Pd. 7

3 February 2012

Vocab 7

March To The End

Confederate Major General Robert E. Lee walked along the lines of his men at Appomattox. He was no longer the stalwart, honorable man he was at the beginning of the war. Before Gettysburg, he was so redoubtable, nobody would have believed that he would be forced to surrender to Ulysses Grant. His men seemed almost cadaverous as they stared blankly at him, as if expecting punctilious orders from the once-great general. Meeting the scowl from his best friend, General James Longstreet, was perhaps the thing that made him feel the most vulnerable. All of their grandiose battle moments would seem like mere infractions to the Northern people. Longstreet's glares and unspoken disappointment made the disconcerted army seem inconsequential. Every look was a dagger, debasing the defeated genius and making him feel terribly crass. He would have given nearly anything to mitigate that glare and reconstruct the severed ties between himself and his friend, but all hope seemed lost, as he had given up everything to save the now-fallen South. His empire had fallen and the walk to Appomattox Court House might as well have been the march to a guillotine.