For some reason I have these weird flights of thought. Oh yes. I know you do too, but I have this horrible habit of writing them down and posting them. For example: At my age one thinks a lot about heart attacks. I take it to extremes.
Consider this. If Ulysses S. Grant had succumbed to a heart
attack on November 6, 1860, one could find his name on the West Point class of
1843. With effort one might find mention of First Lieutenant, then Brevet Captain
Grant’s performance in the Mexican American War. That’s about it. Maybe an obscure
obituary in some Missouri or Illinois newspaper might appear. Then no mention of him in the
files of either of the Americas.
Had, on the other hand, Robert E. Lee succumbed likewise on
that date, he would rate mention as an ideal army officer and West Point Superintendent—overall
the very picture of a modern Regular Army Colonel. Writing a glowing biography
would be a simple task.
There we have it.
From failure to savior.
From paragon to traitor.
Isn’t it remarkable what the effects of a couple of bouts of
good health will have upon a country? Is it fate that is granting us longevity?
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