Charles Lee-Personal Narrative

In the spring of 1861 as the nation leaned toward Civil War, both Grant and Lee would be forced to make very difficult decisions. Grant would only have to decide between being a patriot or a traitor. In a letter to Grant’s father he wrote: “There are but two parties now, Traitors & Patriots and I want hereafter to be ranked with the latter. . . (Grant p 957)"18 Lee was torn between a successful career in the United States Army, his devotion to the Union, an appointment as commander of the Union forces and the love he had for his family and homeland. In a letter to his sister, Lee wrote: “ With all my devotion to the Union…I have not been able to make up my mind to raise my hand

Lee has lost the support of the public. He is embarrassed and ashamed that he is losing battles. He asks President Jefferson to replace him, but he declines. General Lee has lost hope in himself and his

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As a historian Nolan misses the key question of “why?” when it comes to the pervasiveness of the “Lee tradition.” Though Nolan does well in explaining the reasoning for the genesis of the Lost cause, he never approaches the question of why it has survived for so long that 125 years after the war Nolan is the first to truly “consider” Lee. As a lawyer, however, Nolan shines. By treating each aspect of Lee’s life as a separate case, then examining the evidence for and against individually, Nolan has constructed an elucidating deconstruction of the many myths surrounding Robert E. Lee. Though some of Nolan’s arguments may not hold up in court, as a whole Nolan’s approach is sure to expose readers to the truth of Lee’s legacy as a great man, but a man

In “Historians Respond to John F. Kelly’s Civil War Remarks: ‘Strange,’ ‘Sad’ , ‘Wrong’”, the author Philip Bump incorporates what the Chief of Staff, John Kelly, said and what historians, like McCurry and Blight’s, opinions and comments on his statement. John Kelly speaks about how Robert E. Lee, the Confederate general, was an “honorable man” who “gave up his country to fight for his state” and how the Civil War was caused by the failure of compromise between the North and South.

Charles Lee, a general in the American Revolutionary war, is a historic figure in American history. Serving under George Washington, Charles Lee participated in a number of battles. However, history says Charles Lee was treacherous to the cause, all the while that he was in command during that time; he was acting in bad faith toward the Americans. His influence in the army was, at all times, mischievous (General Charles Lee: Traitor of the American Revolution). To the British, Charles Lee was a traitor who turned on England to fight under George Washington. Due to Charles Lee’s treacherous actions against America, it would lead to his downfall in the

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Michael Fellman’s The Making of Robert E. Lee takes a different slant at investigating the man who commanded the Confederacy’s Army of Northern Virginia. The book is an examination of Lee’s state of mind and his supposed internal war rather than being a thorough biography. Fellman highlights vital events in the general’s life and gives a psychoanalytical study of Lee which goes beyond unbiased examination of the general and dives into speculation.

It is a delightful read and offers a sustained view of Washington D. C. from the perspective of a non-commissioned officer not commonly found during the civil war.

It was a dismal, January day when Jackson Edge first arrived at Lanceton secondary. Right away, everyone knew he was out to start trouble. However, no one knew what his first move was going to be. He always had a look, a look of hatred, that he carried with him wherever he went. He could’ve been upset by the fact that he was at a new school with no friends halfway through the school year. Or, he could’ve been upset for whatever other reason. However, we did know one thing; Jackson Edge was going to grow and make a name for himself at our school, and he will soon go from the depths of the high school food chain, all the way to the top.

I trailed behind Washington’s step fairly close, cautious to match the extensive strides of his horse with mine as we proceeded to the brink of Monmouth. My admiration and respect for the General were considerably high, but I could never expose my reputation to the possibility of being noted as a delay or a lower rank to our military. I could never take the risk of being mistaken as an ordinary soldier; I was lieutenant colonel. Not some ordinary man who assumes he is helping our country, though he is a burden to the troops by lagging behind.

One Monday morning young Joseph Russell was lying in bed at 6:30 in the morning. He was rolling around because he had a nightmare about LeBron and the Cavaliers would destroy Golden State in game 5 of the NBA finals. Joseph was in so much shock he began to profusely sweat. Before he knew it his room began to fill with sweat. Unfortunately, Joseph did not know how to swim and was soon submerged in sweaty water. Joseph immediately yelled out “My water wings from my 6th birthday,” which had been last week. He swam to his closet and found them, putting them on while struggling to breathe. He rose to the surface, gasped for air and managed to get out of his room into the hallway. Josephs father, Owen, was so furious about his room being filled with

I send my mom a quick text to let her know where I am going, and we are off in five cars lined up like a Mardi Gras parade. I have a bad feeling about this. I have never been to Micah’s grandmother’s house, and I am totally alone in the last car. If I lose them at a turn or a light, I might never find my way, but I have no other choice but to drive myself because of my early curfew. My friend, Ben, is in the car in front of me, and I am staying close behind him, so I don’t get lost.

It was late October, in New York City, school has been going for 3 months now. I met this new girl that moved in about a month ago and her name is Kim Crawford. But the first time I acutely met Kim was when she had walked into the dojo. I think I like her. She has that beautiful blonde hair that goes down to the middle of her back, and bright blue eyes! She is gorgeous, she is also my grade (11th) and a few months younger than I am. And now we are best friends.

By any gatherable recollection, the only time my sorry-self got near the verge of proposing - to consequently elude the usual befall of circumstances, yet didn’t - was at her 19th birthday, 4 years ago. That night she felt vulnerable and melancholic at the offset of a failed relationship; thus lying in a snuggle under a lucent sky, teeming with stars staring at us in amazement, we talked for hours - as in our childhood days! In retrospect, Gayle (her name) and I, were like brother and sister; while we both carried on our respective affairs and liaisons, we kept our kinship alive - and always shared our secrets at the end. Accordingly, - as a venue for self vindication - I would state for the record the fact that the night in question I was