nodded his thanks, lifted the cup, blew on the edge and took a sip, then set the cup back down.
Hotchkiss had already spread the maps of northern Virginia, Maryland, and southern Pennsylvania out on the table. Lee examined them. At Gettysburg this had been a defining moment, when the map seemed to come alive with movement, of troops marching on roads, enemy positions marked, all leading to a place where victory awaited.
But nothing stirred within his heart and mind. All was still and silent, except for the creaking of the ambulances passing nearby on the road, the distant cries of the wounded piercing the night.
'We have three choices,' he finally said, rubbing his eyes, then taking another sip of coffee. 'We either stay here and continue the action or we pull back into Maryland, maybe toward Frederick, and in so doing reorganize, see to our logistical needs, and then perhaps consider Baltimore. We can also retire back into Virginia and reorganize and refit until Grant and his new army come after us.'
He had laid it out cleanly and no one spoke, though he could see that all were now forming their responses, each ready to set forth his opinion.
'Continue it,' Stuart said sharply. 'I still maintain that we can maneuver, shift some of our forces toward Blandensburg, others down along the Potomac, stretch them out using my cavalry, then when the weak point is found, go in.'
'Not again.' This time it was Scales. Though he was only a brigade officer, now in command of a shattered division, all looked over at him respectfully. He was the only general to come back out of today's inferno.
'Go on, General Scales,' Lee said politely.
'Sir, as you know, I was there today and saw it all. My men, sir, they did everything humanly possible, beyond humanly possible. They stormed through six rows of abatis, waded a moat, charged a muddy slope, and finally took Fort Stevens. We lost two divisions just doing that, and now it, too, is back in their hands.
'I actually thought that after two hours of firing, the garrison inside would run out of ammunition. I looked in one of their bunkers once the fort was taken, sir; they could have kept up that rate of fire with canister alone for another three or four hours, and with shell and solid shot for the rest of the day.
'Sir, taking those forts is pitting mere human flesh against earthworks and steel. Maybe if we had a hundred thousand more men, and, God forgive us, the cruelty to use them without thought or compassion, we could do it, but I for one, sir, could not give such an order ever again.'
'I agree, General,' Lee said softly. 'I will not order such an assault, ever again, unless I am certain that the sacrifice is worth the final reward.'
Stuart started to raise an objection, but Lee's tone indicated that this line of debate was finished. The attack on Washington was over.
He could see though that what he had just admitted was that the raison d'etre of the entire campaign was now in question and he could not leave it there.
'If we had reinforcements, and with them the proper equipment to conduct a successful siege, only then would I now consider it. We took the gamble, we did our best, but things have come out against us.'
A gloom settled over the group.
'I cannot believe,' Hood finally interjected, 'that to withdraw back to Virginia is our only remaining option.'
Grateful for the comment, Lee nodded for Hood to continue.
'That would be the ultimate admission of defeat. All our people's hopes coming out of our triumph at Union Mills will be dashed if we now turn our men south, especially after this defeat. The Yankee press will crow that we've been turned back without hope of ever returning. It will give them time as well to rebuild the Army of the Potomac once more and to combine it with Grant's new force. I think, sir, if you do that now, you will lose the war.'
'I agree,' Stuart announced and there were nods around the table.
'We have good supplies here,' Hood said. 'If we can maintain ourselves here through the fall harvest, it will give all of Virginia, especially the valley, time to recover and then, if need be, support us through the winter and following spring. We still have a good stockpile of ordnance supplies taken from Union Mills as well, so there is no concern for that at the moment.'
'Our numbers though,' Longstreet said, and his words dampened the first sign of renewed vigor.
'Go on, General Longstreet.'
'As we already discussed, we are down to roughly thirty thousand men in the infantry. We know that on the Yankee side thirty thousand or more are, or shortly will be, in Washington. Though we might scoff at them now, the Army of the Potomac will rebuild. Perhaps as many as thirty thousand got out and are somewhere north of the Susquehanna. They are undoubtedly funneling men into that army even as we speak. And then there is Grant. He is bringing in troops as well. We might very well be facing a hundred to a hundred and fifty thousand in fairly short order.'
'Grant?' Hood snapped. 'An amateur from the West compared to the caliber of what we have here in the East. At this moment, I think McClellan would be a bigger threat.'
'An amateur who defeated Johnston and then took Vicksburg? I wouldn't call the victor of Pillow, Donelson, Pittsburgh Landing, and Vicksburg an amateur, General Hood,' Lee commented.
'It will be months before he can marshal a force capable of meeting us,' Hood pressed.
'General Hood, they brought up troops from Charleston in a matter of days. What is to prevent them from bringing troops to Grant from as far afield as Texas, Florida, or even his own army from Vicksburg, battle-hardened men fresh from a major victory?'
'That would strip every other front clean,' Stuart replied, coming to Hood's support
'This is the only front that matters now,' Longstreet countered. 'If we take back the Mississippi, New Orleans, and all of Kentucky, what does it matter if this army is defeated and, by logical deduction, Richmond then falls?'
'Then we take it to the hills, the mountains, and down into the deep south until they finally give up.'
'A dozen or more years, is that it?' Longstreet snapped.
'Gentlemen,' Lee interjected, extending both hands in a calming gesture.
The arguing generals looked to him.
'Both of you are right. We must be concerned about this Grant, the potential that he can form around him another army. But I do not see that happening tomorrow, or even in a month. We still have time to consider that when the time comes. Let us hold ourselves to the immediate, to our concerns of tonight and the next few days.'
Hood and Longstreet gazed at each other and then looked back to Lee.
They both nodded in reply.
'I think, gentlemen, that we have some sense of things this evening. We cannot storm Washington, nor is retreat back to Virginia a viable choice.'
No one raised an objection.
'Then let us rest our men in place tomorrow. General Longstreet, pass the word back to your corps to stop where they are on the road. General Stuart, continue to observe their lines to either flank; if something remarkable develops we will of course act on it, but by that I mean they all but abandon their lines. I do not want you to bring on any sort of general engagement without my direct orders.'
He shifted and looked over at his aide.
'Colonel Taylor, meet with our medical staff and see to arrangements for the proper evacuation of our wounded.
General Stuart, you will have to detail off at least two or three regiments to escort our injured back to Virginia. The truce along this front lasts till dawn and I expect all to observe that Colonel Taylor, at dawn I want a letter to be sent to General Heintzelman extending my thanks for his courtesy. If need be, we might ask for a truce till noon but we'll decide that in the morning.'
He looked around at the gathering.
'Any other questions?'
'Sir,' Hood pressed. 'I understand that we have decided to stay in Maryland, but to what end now, sir?'
Lee sat back with a sigh. In truth he simply didn't know. Ever since crossing the Potomac he had moved with the next goal clearly in sight, first to find the Army of the Potomac and position it on suitable ground for a decisive
