From the Book - First edition.
Prologue : Death stared us all in the face
My father named me William Tecumseh
I was notified to prepare for West Point
In the service of my country
Sand and sun, Seminoles and Spaniards
Military camaraderie, Southern aristocracy, prospective matrimony
And then there was a war on
Deprived of military glory
California again; a brand-new game
I was fit for the army but nothing else
No man can foresee the end
The strongest place I ever saw
The river of our greatness is free
Why was I not killed at Vicksburg?
One hundred thousand strong
I knew more of Georgia than the rebels did
I want a bold push for Atlanta
It's a big game, but I know I can do it
Taking the war to the braggart Carolinians
We can only bow to the inevitable.