they were the tip of the division spear. They had advanced the farthest north, the farthest west, higher and deeper into the mountains than any of Smith’s forces. As the sun sank toward the ridgeline, the men knew how far removed they were from help. Exposed as they were out here, they felt they’d become, said one account, “the plaything of the old men who directed them, the old men who were always fighting the last war.”
