Nobody Remembers Fort Ticonderoga
Ticonderoga. That word had been going through my mind for no apparent reason for the last few weeks. I was fascinated by the mere sound: Ti…con…der…ro…ga. I would be looking at a sunset one day, and the word would pop up like a kernel looking for some butter…Ticonderoga.
So what?—You might say…well, tell me if this happens to you…
One night, I was finding some time where I had no chores, and so I went into my library, and thought…to myself, I’m going to just randomly grab one of those old National Geographic’s. After all, I have all the issues on the shelves that go to 1953. I stopped my subscription when the long time editor, Gilvert Hovey Grosvenor was retired, and the global warming idiots took control, but until then, I read every issue.
Ticonderoga was the last thing on my mind that night. So imagine my astonishment when I picked an issue by random, (August 1967) and started on the first article: From Sword to Scythe in Champlain Country, then …. opened it up and there it was: a picture of Fort Ticonderoga.
What are the odds?
So, here’s what I got out of this: Once upon a time,(in 1609) high up near the border of Canada, a French Explorer named Samuel de Champlain was helping out his Algonquian Indian friends, who had been fighting over the fishing rights of the waters. Their enemies were the Iroquois, who often helped the British. One day they were walking through the woods, and came upon three Iroquois chiefs, and Samuel shot them all dead with one shot from his arquebus. Even though the lake was named in his honor, the Five Nations never forgave Champlain, and 150 years later the Five Nations sided with the British in the French and Indian war, which the British won.
It was the French that built Fort Ticonderoga, but they made one big mistake: It’s location. Later it would prove to be an advantage for the British:
During the 1758 Battle of Carillon, 4,000 French defenders were able to repel an attack by 16,000 British troops near the fort. In 1759, the British returned and drove a token French garrison from the fort. During the American Revolutionary War, the fort again saw action in May 1775 when the Green Mountain Boys and other state militia under the command of Ethan Allen and Benedict Arnold captured it from the British in a surprise attack. Cannons captured were transported to Boston where their deployment forced the British to abandon the city in March 1776. The Americans held the fort until June 1777, when British forces under General John Burgoyne occupied high ground above it and threatened the Continental Army troops, leading them to withdraw from the fort and its surrounding defenses. The only direct attack on the fort took place in September 1777, when John Brown led 500 Americans in an unsuccessful attempt to capture the fort from about 100 British defenders.
Not only was it pretty far away from the river, the Fort was unprotected by the “high” ground above it.
What does this all have to do with anything?
Defense is probably the most important aspect of a country, or a life. The French should have made a better fort….picked a better location.
President Trump is right to build a wall, in brick, stone, and manpower. While the wacko left wants us to all believe that all men are created equal, and will all get along, we know reality. Make sure you are on high ground. America should always take the high ground.
Ticonderoga is Iroquois: It means: “It is the junction of two waterways.” Not far from my house is the junction of two waterways…the Mississippi and the Missouri…TICONDEROGA!
It’s really a beautiful sound. I think it should be right up there with the world “Geronimo!”
And I still have NO idea why I was lead to even look into it. Somebody up there is…just having too much fun.