My parents are coming down for my birthday, which is nice, but also anxiety producing. The house is a mess. Something or someone has fleas. Possibly the nasty rug in the living room that we should just replace instead of fighting with it.
And then they’re all “You come up with something for us to do!”
Oh, yeah, because that isn’t the least bit stressful either.
So, fuck it. I decided we’re going to Chattanooga to the National Cemetery to see Uncle David. It’s a curse or a blessing, but you fuck a Phillips, you get to be in the family forever.
David L. Ransom was in the 1st Michigan Engineers, Company I. He died in March 17th, 1864 in Bridgeport, Alabama, of smallpox. Here are some pictures of them, but I’m sure he’s already dead. Still, if he was in Bridgeport, he had to be there literally opening the Cracker Line, right? Or building the infrastructure to keep it open, anyway. The most charming thing about the 1st? Their motto was “We don’t surrender much.” It’s got to be right up there with “The Lord is my rock and my salvation, I shall not be greatly moved.” in terms of my favorite sentiment. You can move us, yes, but not far.
His brothers-in-law didn’t enlist until 1864 and they were both in the reorganized 4th Michigan Infantry, Company G. So, they had no Civil War overlap.
Weirdly enough, in my book, the bad guy attacks that supply line. But I didn’t realize the connection until now.