David, all great points which make me look forward even more to your book (arriving tomorrow per Amazon).
Let me ask your opinion on something. I've had the sense for a long time that authors of the late Victorian period were by and large more "honest" than is the case since, say, 1965. There remained among historians and authors a sense of honor, and of accountability to a deity, which served to limit more aggressive propaganda and dishonesty. Any biases were fairly obvious -- eg, Sir John Fortescue's account of Waterloo in his "History of the British Army" contains any number of jabs toward Gneisnau of Bluecher's staff, who had himself throughout the campaign said any number of unpleasant things about Wellington and the British. But he is scrupulously fair and even gracious toward the French; the same can be said of many French sources (eg, Houssaye on the campaigns of 1814 and 1815). There's a magnanimity and a decency that seems absent in the current milieu. One thinks of captured generals sitting down for dinner with their opposite numbers after a battle. (And, needless to say, the authors of that era were certainly not seeking to advance a given set of ideological propositions ie, expanded federal power in the interest of racial egalitarianism. Under such propositions, it's certainly no wonder that Forrest is held up as the demon incarnate, a racist bumpkin, a murderous cracker whose exploits was constantly exaggerated, and who was in reality more or less a zero.)
Am I completely wrong?