When Johnny comes marching home...part 3

...several weeks before Jeb was marching cheerfully to Kitty' cleavage....

The Boss paced around his office, agitated and impatient.

He was surer now - more than ever- where he had to go....

He read the paper he held in his hand, for the hundredth time..

His scientists had examined the tiny piece of parchment that he had been presented to him a few weeks previously.
Here were the result if that investigation.

He had not been idle, while waiting for the results of the old paper's origin's,

The war was now being fully waged.

All it had took was $30 into back pockets , and the cannons opened fire on their fort.

'The south were the aggressors, not the poor north!', he had chuckled.

Declaring war after that was just a matter of a newspaper interviews and implied morale authority.

So simple. So effective......

…...The scientists had managed to scrape tiny soil samples off the ancient material given to them , and after much testing, researching and endless soil sample collections all across the unites states - they had concluded that it could have only been buried in one area.

“Of course it was buried there. Where else?,” He said to himself, looking at the data. Smiling, shaking his head..

'The beautiful daughter of the stars', as it was known. Of course it was buried there.

'How stupid of me'. He thought, yet again.

He chided himself for not making any connections earlier.

He had been lazy, just taking the name at face value, as he pored endlessly over maps looking for a clue...Any clue...

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The Shenandoah valley.

He had read the name a million times, without ever investigating it further.

'The beautiful daughter of the stars', it had translated to.

He had only recently found the English meaning - only since the soil samples had revealed the geographical area of the old parchment paper's origins, in fact.

Of course it was there !.... they were looking for the daughter of the stars! - Literally.

He sent a telegram to the commanding officer of the Union forces . He was inquiring as to the campaigns development in that area.

He needed the valley under his control - fully. Before proceeding further...

He cared nothing about the rest of the war, just that valley ... oh, yes, that valley.

He stared a his maps intensely yet again , trying to narrow down even further - where the daughter might be laying...