WASHINGTON AND ME AT VALLEY FORGE

By Allan R. Andrews, Managing Editor,
Pacific Stars and Stripes, Tokyo, Japan.

Firts published August 11, 1996


VALLEY FORGE, PA.-- Visitors supposedly get a feel for the winter of 1777-78.

The tattered Continental army of Gen. George Washington has retreated from Philadelphia to someplace north along the river. Washington, searching for winter quarters from which he can still monitor the British, decides on Valley Forge.

Valley Forge, Pa., lies a bit north of Philadelphia's so-called Main Line, a phenomenon of wealthy suburbia that strung out from center city along the railroad's main line in the 1800s.

Concrete highways get me there, and when my flirtation with American history is ended, I'm only a silver dollar's throw from King of Prussia and the largest shopping mall east of Minnesota.

General Washington has difficulties keeping supplies, soldiers and officers at Valley Forge. Roads are almost non-existent. Many merchant-farmers would just as soon do business for British pounds as for the almost worthless colonial scrip.

A national park now occupies Valley Forge. Regular visitors come to jog or ride bicycles along the miles of concrete paths and asphalt drives that meander through the 3400-acre park marked by statues and recreated infantry and artillery positions.

As the Continental army settles for the winter of 1777, it is 12,000 strong _ or more accurately, 12,000 weak, a collection of farm boys, adventurers, malcontents and mercenaries from the 13 colonies who forage for food and don what rags they can gather. This army-in-name-only of the Continental Congress has proven no match for the British Expeditionary Force.

Valley Forge is an odd memorial by most standards. No battle was fought here of determining significance. Gettysburg, to the West, where the Union was preserved and President Lincoln's eulogy became a national canticle, has more for those seeking drama in American history.

In summer, the most exciting activity at Valley Forge is picnicking. Visitors park along a ridge in the shade of elms. Perhaps spreading blankets on the remains of a colonial defensive mound, they devour food from a nearby Wendy's or Pizza Hut and enjoy the panorama of rolling, manicured hills.

Washington's men build shelters from logs and mud. The general rewards the first squadrons to complete an adequate, windowless one-room bunkhouse.

Stopping inside a reconstructed hut, I feel humidity entrapping me. The floor is damp even to my modern shoes. I cannot stay in the cramping room more than a few minutes, and in a flash I understand better why many men preferred to give up the fight and go home.

Park staffers dressed as colonial soldiers who recite history to strolling tourists avoid staying in the huts, I notice. One holds a woman in thrall under a shading oak with his description of the retreat; a second lectures a clutch of visitors near a small campfire site.

Cameras, mine among them, wind feverishly at the costumed guides to history.

Makeshift hospitals also rise in the hills the general has forced his army to call home. Innoculation against smallpox is ordered by Washington and saves many lives-- some who will die in successful campaigns at Trenton and Princeton-- but anaesthetics and sanitary surgery are practically unknown. By mid-winter, disease and desertion have depleted the force to about 6,000.

Even officers of the infant force seem marginally loyal. Most want to go home to share winter with families. Many do so. Washington complains of this. He also complains of gambling among his forces, and forbids it. He urges them to shun alcohol and to practice their prayers. Ironically but wisely, he supplies rum to his languishing troops.

Contemporary homes in Valley Forge display expansive lawns and clean driveways on which sit an array of Saabs, Taurus wagons, Jeep Cherokees and a more-than-occasional Dodge, Chevy, or Ford pick-up truck. About 75 percent of the homes are colonials, a realtor tells me.

Twenty or twenty-five years ago, these suburbs were filled with trendy utility trucks, Toyotas or Datsuns, but America-- perhaps like Washington learning in retreat -- has won back its truck market.

An elite legion of Virginia soldiers guard General Washington at his stone-built headquarters. It is assumed Virginia colonists will be most loyal to the general, himself a Virginian. These fighters form the life guard; they will be the first disciplined in an American manual of arms and trained for the rejuvenated attack force.

General Washington richly deserves admiration, but his judgment in selecting the proffered services of Baron Frederick von Steuben to whip his regulars into a disciplined army may outshine his prowess as a commander. Von Steuben, a Prussian mercenary-turned-colonist, is truly an under-sung hero of American history.

Recommended by Benjamin Franklin, he wrote and administered the discipline that turned rag-tag fighters into soldiers.

What makes a modern visit to Valley Forge worthwhile is a strategy, a perserverance in the wake of failure, a discipline, a retreat to ready for an assault in a bid for independence.

The pastoral vistas are fitting. Valley Forge calls Americans to meditation. Nothing here is spectacular. From tranquil hills, Washington launches a strengthened force and drives the British from colonial soil.

Leaving the auditorium where an 18-minute film documents the grueling winter, an aging father, tanned and athletic, like a U.S. sailor, retired, tells his children of a war monument in Hawaii:
``You should see the monument at Pearl Harbor. They take you right out to the Arizona. They never raised it from where it was sunk.''

His children listen bemused. They drag through this school-like activity with quietness that belies their Nike athletic shoes and Calvin Klein shorts. One wears a Philadelphia Phillies cap and a Michael Jordan shirt.

All seems connected: Washington's life guard, the suburbs' trucks, the inner defenses of the Valley Forge encampment, Pearl Harbor, the Philadelphia Phillies, von Steuben's standards and Calvin Klein.

Could there be Air Jordans, or Jeep Cherokees without Valley Forge and its ideals?



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