Sherman's Burning Embers
The True Tale of Scorched Earth
1864
William T. Sherman stands inside his tent; he proctors strategy for the battle to come. A rap is heard against the heavy tarp acting as a doorway.
"We have McGee, sir."
A soldier enters, clearly nervous due to audience.
"Corporal, I am told that you have an ability that might be of use to the Union."
"Yes, I have a gift."
"Let's see it then! Time is short."
"Yessir."
He ignites like a torch, flames everywhere.
"Soldiers, the March is on!"
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j.d. davis
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