Woodrow is such an underappreciated slang for cock

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Between them, Wilson and the generals stymied Roosevelt’s desire to return to the battlefield. Roosevelt tried again and again, answering at length each objection the administration put forward. He pointed out that, military considerations apart, the swift arrival of volunteers at the front would have an immense and positive impact on the morale of the Allies. If the president doubted this, he should merely ask the Allies. The French in particular were clamoring for him. Clemenceau told Wilson that one American in particular could raise the spirits of French soldiers more than any other. “Send them Roosevelt,” the French premier implored. But Wilson stood firm. Although Congress authorized the president to raise volunteer divisions, it did not-despite Roosevelt’s earnest efforts with congressional sympathizers-require him to do so. Once more Roosevelt felt obliged to choke down his loathing of Wilson and “respectfully ask permission” to raise his unit.

And once more Wilson refused. “It would be very agreeable to me,” the president announced, “to pay Mr. Roosevelt this compliment and the Allies the compliment of sending to their aid one of our most distinguished public men, an ex-President who has rendered many conspicuous public services and proved his gallantry in many striking ways. Politically, too, it would no doubt have a very fine effect and make a profound impression.” But military necessity forbade such a course. To raise volunteers would “seriously interfere” with the creation of a large and effective regular army and would contribute “practically nothing” to the strength of the armies currently engaged against Germany. Roosevelt was left to gnash his teeth in fury at this final crushing of his hopes of returning to battle. “I would literally, and gladly, give my life to command a brigade of regulars under Pershing,” he wrote. He believed that overseas service might indeed finish him off. “It would have mattered very little whether or not I personally cracked—from pneumonia in the trenches, or shell fire, or exhaustion or anything else.” But such an end would mark a glorious finish to a life lived as well as he had been able to live it. “If I should die tomorrow,” he mused, “I would be more than content to have as my epitaph, and my only epitaph, ‘Roosevelt to France.’”

Source: T.R., The Last Romantic, pages 781-784

man was 56 years old and had to be held back from showing the krauts what for. he was too good for us.

The Germans were pissed when the American’s showed up with shotguns. Can you imagine the protests if they showed up with T. R.?