In South Carolina, we passed marshy, swampy places, and I thought of Francis Marion, referred to by his British enemies during the Revolution as The Swamp Fox. I think I experienced my first crush as I read about him. He would raid the British camps, drive off their horses, steal their supplies and then disappear into the South Carolina swamps. The British could never track him back to his camp. He was swift, he was deadly, he was a leader, he practiced unconventional warfare, and I adored him.
He has a state park and a college named after him. I sure know how to pick ‘em.
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