Denouement - 5.5.15
News traveled slower in 1915 than today, but it did not take long for the gravity of what had happened at Hilton Head to wash up on Dixie shores along with hundreds of drowned bodies, just as the revelation of the collapse of the Inner Line and Yankee soldiers pushing their way into Nashville itself arrived before long. For those who really understood sea power theory, there was a certain stunned resignation to the decisive, overwhelming blow the Yankee navy had doled out upon the Confederate troops, but the mood of the general public was more apoplectic terror than anything else. The twin defeats, which overshadowed the ceasefire agreed to by Chile upon the same day half a world away, were a gut punch to Confederate pride and swagger. The first months of 1915 had after all seen successful counteroffensives on the Occoquan and on the Cumberland to limit American advances, and defeats in West Tennessee had pinned the enemy in Memphis with their backs to the river, while at sea the Wolfpack strategy had seemed to turn the tide in Confederate favor. All that was now gone, the cautious optimism of the first four months of the year drowned along with ten thousand Confederate lives off the coast of South Carolina.
The twin defeats occurred twenty months almost to the day after the war had started in September 1913; during the War of Secession, still considered by Confederate leadership the blueprint of their campaign, at the twenty month mark they had scored their victory-securing triumphs in Kentucky and Pennsylvania and had just repelled Union forces at Fredericksburg in a bloody, violent debacle for their foe. The realization sank in that this was not the same spineless Yankee of fifty years prior but rather a vengeful one, and many officers before long expressed regret at the savagery of Plan HHH and the surprise attack on Baltimore, now fearing what the response would be and wondering if Nashville was simply a remarkably grim
aperatif before the main course arrived in southern Virginia, northern Alabama and central Georgia.
There was something curiously providential and mystical about all three of those irreversible setbacks occurring on the same day, May the 5th, and the date would carry some small degree of superstition for the war generation and many of their children. It was as if God had chosen that day to be the day of Confederate reckoning for some indeterminable sin, and some began to openly wonder for the first time out loud whether it was the institution of slavery that had marked Dixie as cursed, especially as the hell on earth that the Yankee would visit upon them over the rest of the war became more and more clear. It was strange to think, though nobody could have realized, how May the 5th was providential to them in another way, for without a victory on far-off Mexican soil on that same day by the French soldiers of the long-dead Napoleon III, fifty-three years earlier, the Confederacy would never have been recognized or supported from the south.
In that half century since much had changed around the world, socially, technologically, and politically, but the immense amount of cultural pride in the Old South had remained the same, especially over its hierarchical, slave-fueled society. Nashville and Hilton Head were not the end of that, but they were certainly the beginning of the end, rather than the end of the beginning. They were the first unraveling, the first sentence of the
denouement of a now-unmourned civilization gone with the wind. The sense across the white Confederacy in the Black May of 1915 were ones of ominous, looming fear for a reason - everybody could sense that the war's tide had shifted for good, and that the "high-water mark" of the Bloc Sud had long come and gone on the hills north of Nashville, the beaches of South Carolina and the mountains of Chile.
The war did not end on May 5th, 1915, unfortunately for the hundreds of thousands of souls still to perish - but the war, for all intents and purposes, was from there on out over but for the fighting.
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