I am proud to report that one of my Brother Rats– who will remain nameless unless he chooses to identify himself in comments– has scored an impressive coup, and has delivered a stunning blow to the vile memory of the dirty nasty stinking fetid fecal reeking General Hunter, who so foully shelled and burned the VMI during the unpleasantness of the 1860s.
The Man From ’89 located Hunter’s final resting place, (more properly called an open sewer in my opinion), and left appropriate decorations to mark his foray north of the Mason-Dixon line under the flimsy pretext of an “in-law funeral.”
Brigadier General McCausland, VMI 1857, would very much approve.
And so do we. 89! 89! 89! Heard. From. Today.