
Forrest's men might not have loved him, so I can't put him up for the nomination! BUT, that said, they sure respected him and trusted him with their lives. If they were in a heck of a scrape, one would eventually mutter: 'Ol Bedford will figure us a way out of this!' Once they decided they needed some down time with horse racing and the general said no, didn't want to use up the horses like that, so they decided to run over the top of him and do it anyway. They had the races and Forrest said nothing, even joined in as he loved racing as much as they did. Afterwards they came by and saluted the general, thanking him for his indulgence. Fine, fine. Now tote rails on your shoulders for a day or two! Son Willie was toting them, too, so he was an equal opportunity disciplinarian... They didn't try that again, however.
For a beloved cavalryman, though, I'd put forth Jeb Stuart. I think his men really loved him. He was stern, disciplined, firm and was thoroughly detested by them when he first took command. Over and over and over they kept doing the same thing, same thing, same thing. Jeb was a martinent, a pampered fool, a dandy knothead...then they got into a real fight. One soldier said he was so scared he had no idea what it was he did but he then knew why the endless drilling - Jeb wanted him to be able to do things so automatically he'd save his life in spite of himself! He also loved a good party, good music and, from time to time, a good wrassling match.