Staring down at me from a photograph atop the computer monitor directly in front of me is the determined visage of John Singleton Mosby. His Confederate officer's uniform is resplendent. The brass is sparkling, the leather is polished, and his black knee boots are spit-shined to a high gloss. His left hand is resting on the hilt of his cavalry saber. Mosby's left foot is slightly forward giving the optical impression that he is leaning forward ready to do battle. And he was.
