Ambulance Chasing
I was planning on “saving” my 300th post for a BIG announcement this week, but I have not yet been able to confirm the information at this time. Patience is a virtue though and I will continue to wait in anticipation of letting you know shortly after I do. You’ll also have to excuse my skiddish typing this evening, as I am still recovering from giving my son his first driving lesson today. (Thank God that we are church-going people.) This is my oldest and he just passed his VA Permit test on Saturday. Therefore this experience is a first for me. Unfortunately, it will not be the last as I have two girls and a fourth child on the way. All that said, the boy did fairly well after he became more comfortable with the controls (especially the brake) and I’m fairly certain that after he receives the state required 40 hours of hands-on-instruction, my days of running errands for the wife are over.
In order to protect the public (and my Jeep), we decided to hold his first lesson over at the local high school. In retrospect, it somehow seemed fitting that the parking lot is directly adjacent to “Stonewall” Jackson’s ambulance route. My son is a junior at Massaponax High and the road that leads directly into his school is also the famous road to Guinea Station. I will say this… if the good general’s ride started out anything like mine his nerves were probably shot way before he arrived at the Chandler family’s out-building that is now referred to as “The Stonewall Jackson Shrine.” Let’s just say that both Jackson and I are religious men and after sitting in the passenger seat with a teenager behind the wheel, I have fully come to share the general’s fervent utilization of the protecting power of prayer.
According to the Southern Historical Society Papers’ “Death of Stonewall Jackson” (Vol. XIV. Richmond, Va., January-December. 1886) as written by Dr. Hunter S. McGuire, Medical Director of Jackson’s Corps, the general’s journey was actually not nearly as nerve-racking as mine, nor as uncomfortable as one might expect. In it, Dr. McGuire recalled:
“A message was received from General Lee the next morning directing me to remove the General to Guinea's station as soon as his condition would justify it, as there was some danger of capture by the Federals, who were threatening to cross at Ely's Ford. In the meantime, to protect the hospital, some troops were sent to this point. The General objected to being moved, if, in my opinion, it would do him any injury. He said he had no objection to staying in a tent, and would prefer it if his wife, when she came, could find lodging in a neighboring house; "and if the enemy does come," he added, "I am not afraid of them; I have always been kind to their wounded, and I am sure they will be kind to me." General Lee sent word again late that evening that he must be moved if possible, and preparations were made to leave the next morning. I was directed to accompany and remain with him, and my duties with the corps as medical director were turned over to the surgeon next in rank. General Jackson had previously declined to permit me to go with him to Guinea's, because complaints had been so frequently made of general officers, when wounded, carrying off with them the surgeons belonging to their commands. When informed of this order of the commanding-general he said," General Lee has always been very kind to me, and I thank him." Very early Tuesday morning he was placed in an ambulance and started for Guinea's station and about 8 o'clock that evening he arrived at the Chandler house, where he remained till he died. Captain Hotchkiss, with a party of engineers, was sent in front to clear the road of wood, stone, etc., and to order the wagons out of the track to let the ambulance pass.”
“The rough teamsters sometimes refused to move their loaded wagons out of the way for an ambulance until told that it contained Jackson, and then, with all possible speed, they gave the way and stood with hats off and weeping as he went by. At Spotsylvania Courthouse and along the whole route men and women rushed to the ambulance, bringing all the poor delicacies they had, and with tearful eyes they blessed him and prayed for his recovery. He bore the journey well, and was cheerful throughout the day. He talked freely about the late battle, and among other things said that he had intended to endeavor to cut the Federals off from United States ford, and taking a position between them and the river, oblige them to attack him; and he added, with a smile: "My men sometimes fail to drive the enemy from a position, but they always fail to drive us away." He spoke of Rodes, and alluded in high terms to his magnificent behavior on the field Saturday evening. He hoped he would be promoted. He thought promotion for gallantry should be made at once, upon the field and not delayed. Made very early, or upon the field, they would be the greatest incentives to gallantry in others. He spoke of Colonel Willis (subsequently killed in battle), who commanded the skirmishers of Rodes's division, and praised him very highly, and referred to the deaths of Paxton and Boswell very feelingly. He alluded to them as officers of great merit and promise. The day was quite warm, and at one time he suffered from slight nausea. At his suggestion, I placed over his stomach a wet towel, and he expressed great relief from it. After he arrived at Chandler's house he ate some bread and tea with evident relish, and slept well throughout the entire night. Wednesday he was thought to be doing remarkably well. He ate heartily for one in his condition, and was uniformly cheerful.”
If (and ONLY IF) you are a licensed driver, I highly recommend touring Jackson’s Ambulance Route, which begins near the site of his wounding next to the Chancellorsville Visitor’s Center, then back down Rt.3 and across Jefferson Davis Highway (Rt.1) towards southern Spotsylvania (in my neck of the woods), past the entrance to Massaponax High School, and finally, through the rolling hills of the Thornburg area to Guinea Station. It’s a great drive (IF you know how to), that provides a greater appreciation for the sheer distance that was required to evacuate Jackson from the field to a more secure resting place. It was quite a journey to say the least. God willing, perhaps one day in the near future, my son will take me for a similar ride - minus the ambulance of course!