Revelation: Meeting a feature of oneself.
The men gathered in Jackson’s tent were giddy.
“Congratulations on this great victory, sir. You will definitely be a national hero!”
“Well, thank you, Colonel Butler. We must also give credit to our troops. But, most of all, I thank God for helping us in our time of need. Speaking of which . . .” Jackson looked around the room, and his eyes landed on Scamp, crouching in a corner.
“How old are you, son?” he asked.
“I’m almost eleven, sir,” responded the boy.
“When I was about your age, I served the country as a messenger. How would you like to be promoted and serve as my courier?”
“Yes, sir!” Scamp scrambled up, straightened himself to his full height of four and a half feet, and, with a huge grin, saluted Jackson.
“All right, then. There’s a young woman out there picking up the wounded and taking them in her wagon to the convent hospital. I’ve heard about her—I believe her name is Miss Millie. See if you can get a ride with her and let the townspeople know that the battle is over and we won. I’m fairly certain that many of them are in the chapel, praying for us. It’s an important assignment, Soldier.”
“Yes, sir. Don’t worry, sir. Consider it done, sir!” And Scamp ran out of the tent, yelling, “Miss Millie! Miss Millieeeee!” at the top of his lungs.
Jackson turned to his aides with a smile and said, “He’s young, spirited, and plucky, just like our country! Now, back to business.”