Chapter 22There were two officers I got to know fairly well during the foray into Mexico. One was Lieutenant Patton. The other was Colonel George Dodd, a man I had known briefly during the Philippine insurrection when I was a liaison with the Twentieth Kansas Volunteer Infantry Regiment.
In some ways, the two were as different as they could be. Patton was thirty, eager to make a name for himself and climb the ranks. Dodd was sixty-three, an experienced warrior who wanted one more “good fight” before he would be required to retire when he turned sixty-four.
In another, significant way, they were much alike. Both liked a good scrap.
One day I ran into Dodd in the officers’ mess, and we recalled some of our experiences in the Philippines. He was surprised that I had only managed to achieve
