A gray-haired gentleman sat on the veranda of hiss pillared mansion as Sherman rode up to get water. The owner heard Sherman referred to as a general.
“So you’re a general?” he said as he offered Sherman a jug of water.
“How many men do you have?” queried the planter.
“About a million,” was Sherman’s dry reply.
“Where are you headed for?” was the next question.
“I’m not sure I should answer that,” said the Union Army general.
“Oh I wouldn’t tell anybody,” the Southerner insisted.
“But this is knowledge not to be released publicly,” stated Sherman.
“Oh I wouldn’t tell anybody where you’re going.”
“You promise?” demanded General Sherman.
“Yes, I swear on the honor of a gentleman,” said the Georgian, crossing his heart.
“All right,” said Sherman, “lean over and I’ll whisper it in your ear.”
The man bent over and then he heard Sherman’s scream.
“I’M GOING WHERE I GODDAMN PLEASE!”