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captain—as did one other officer. Fellow by the name of Driscol."
"Don't know him," Coffee grunted.
"Neither do I. They even jumped him to major, from first lieutenant." Sourly, now: "And it's no brevet rank, either."
Coffee thought it was best to move past that issue. Jackson was disgruntled that his recent promotion to major general had been a brevet rank only. His permanent rank in the regular U.S. Army was to be that of brigadier. There was a good chance that Jackson's major generalship would become permanent, since rumors continued to swirl that Harrison would resign. That would free up one of the major generalships authorized by Congress—and Jackson would be the one to get it.
But, for the moment, he was still prickly on the subject.
"This Driscol must have done superbly well for himself in the battle," Coffee commented hurriedly.
"I suppose." Then, shaking his head as if to clear it of unworthy thoughts, Jackson went on: "Must have, yes. Not surprising, though. It seems Driscol was one of Scott's men at the Chippewa. Lost an arm there. That