Halfway through this book I mentioned to my wife that Forrest's career scanned like an Errol Flynn movie--always improbably outnumbered, cartoonishly successful, with his opponents looking like complete fools by the time he is done with them. I would not be surprised (I said) if in the next chapter I were to find him swinging through the trees on a vine, shouting "Ha ha!"
In the next chapter, there is Forrest throwing his entire army across the swollen Tennessee River in three hours, by means of cables twisted from grape vines.
The entire book goes from one astounding (and gleeful) triumph to another. Forrest is storming the impregnable Fort Pillow with a handful of men. Forrest is chasing down Streight's Raiders in an astounding feat of endurance, bringing the enemy to bay so tired they are falling asleep on the battlefield. Forrest is defeating 9,000 crack Federals at Brice's Crossroads with his 3300 ragged and starving cavalrymen, parading in a circle through the brush to convince the enemy they are 12,000 strong. Or again, confronted by A. J. Smith and his 18,000 men, Forrest divides his own 5000 in half, stalls Smith with one part and raids Memphis (120 miles away) with the other--at the same time. Or Forrest is going deep behind enemy lines in conquered Tennessee, and in a few months has raised an army from the countryside. Or Forrest is planting artillery on the riverbank, capturing three Federal gunboats and using them to raid and burn the Federal docks at Johnsonville.
At one point he had the enemy so mystified that the following telegrams were sent amongst themselves in rapid succession:
"Forrest was in Grenada (TN) last night."
"Forrest is threatening Memphis and Paducah."
"There is to be a rebel raid into western Kentucky, sent from Corinth, Mississippi, on the 4th day of November."
"Forrest seems to be scattered from Eastport to Jackson, Paris, and the lower Tennessee."
"Forrest has been in disguise alternately in Chicago, Michigan City, and Canada for two months; has 14,000 men, mostly from draft. On the 7th of November, at midnight, he will seize telegraph and rail at Chicago, release prisoners there, arm them, sack the city, shoot down all Federal soldiers, and urge concert of action with Southern sympathizers."
He didn't quite do that, but there are 600 pages of carefully-documented escapades that, however soberly related by the historian, still almost defy belief. Forrest, born on the Tennessee frontier, joined the war as a private and ended as a lieutenant-general, supplying his army largely from his own fortune. By the end of the war he had killed 30 of the enemy with his own hand in combat, had 29 horses shot from under him, received at least four serious wounds, and finished up with his health completely shattered. After the war he was converted to Christ through the prayers of his wife and his Scots Calvinist mother.
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"Forrest had fought like a knight-errant for the cause he believed to be that of justice and right. No man who drew the sword for his country during that fratricidal struggle deserves better of her; and as long as the chivalrous deeds of her sons find poets to describe them and fair women to sing of them, the name of this gallant general will be remembered with affection and sincere admiration." - Lord Wolseley
"There was no theory or art of war by which I could calculate with any degree of certainty what Forrest was up to. He always seemed to know what I was doing or intended to do, while I am free to confess I could never tell or form any satisfactory idea of what he was trying to accomplish." - Sherman