The 5th of May is not Mexican Independence Day, but it should be! And Cinco de Mayo is not an American holiday, but it should be. Mexico declared its independence from mother Spain on midnight, the 15th of September, 1810. And it took 11 years before the first Spanish soldiers were told and forced to leave Mexico.
So, why Cinco de Mayo? And why should Americans savor this day as well? Because 4,000 Mexican soldiers smashed the French and traitor Mexican army of 8,000 at Puebla, Mexico, 100 miles east of Mexico City on the morning of May 5, 1862.
The French had landed in Mexico (along with Spanish and English troops) five months earlier on the pretext of collecting Mexican debts from the newly elected government of democratic President (and Indian) Benito Juarez. The English and Spanish quickly made deals and left. The French, however, had different ideas.
Under Emperor Napoleon III, who detested the United States, the French came to stay. They brought a Hapsburg prince with them to rule the new Mexican empire. His name was Maximilian; his wife, Carolota. Napoleon’s French Army had not been defeated in 50 years, and it invaded Mexico with the finest modern equipment and with a newly reconstituted Foreign Legion. The French were not afraid of anyone, especially since the United States was embroiled in its own Civil War.
The French Army left the port of Vera Cruz to attack Mexico City to the west, as the French assumed that the Mexicans would give up should their capital fall to the enemy — as European countries traditionally did.
Under the command of Texas-born General Zaragosa, (and the cavalry under the command of Colonel Porfirio Diaz, later to be Mexico’s president and dictator), the Mexicans awaited. Brightly dressed French Dragoons led the enemy columns. The Mexican Army was less stylish.
General Zaragosa ordered Colonel Diaz to take his cavalry, the best in the world, out to the French flanks. In response, the French did a most stupid thing; they sent their cavalry off to chase Diaz and his men, who proceeded to butcher them. The remaining French infantrymen charged the Mexican defenders through sloppy mud from a thunderstorm and through hundreds of head of stampeding cattle stirred up by Indians armed only with machetes.
When the battle was over, many French were killed or wounded and their cavalry was being chased by Diaz’ superb horsemen miles away. The Mexicans had won a great victory that kept Napoleon III from supplying the confederate rebels for another year, allowing the United States to build the greatest army the world had ever seen. This grand army smashed the Confederates at Gettysburg just 14 months after the battle of Puebla, essentially ending the Civil War.
Union forces were then rushed to the Texas/Mexican border under General Phil Sheridan, who made sure that the Mexicans got all the weapons and ammunition they needed to expel the French. American soldiers were discharged with their uniforms and rifles if they promised to join the Mexican Army to fight the French. The American Legion of Honor marched in the Victory Parade in Mexico, City.
It might be a historical stretch to credit the survival of the United States to those brave 4,000 Mexicans who faced an army twice as large in 1862. But who knows?
In gratitude, thousands of Mexicans crossed the border after Pearl Harbor to join the U.S. Armed Forces. As recently as the Persian Gulf War, Mexicans flooded American consulates with phone calls, trying to join up and fight another war for America.
Mexicans, you see, never forget who their friends are, and neither do Americans. That’s why Cinco de Mayo is such a party — A party that celebrates freedom and liberty. There are two ideals which Mexicans and Americans have fought shoulder to shoulder to protect, ever since the 5th of May, 1862. VIVA! el CINCO DE MAYO!!
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So…after a long day yesterday, I came home very tired and laid down for a bi…trying to rest. I even popped in my new DVD that Jason bought me. About half way through it…the phone rings. I look at the caller ID and it’s a pay phone number…so I’m thinking “who in the hell?”.
I answer, “hello?”
….it’s Jason, “Hi honey. I need you to come get me.”
me: “Why? What happened? And why are you calling from a pay phone?”
him: “Nothing…I just need you to come get me…and I couldn’t use my cell phone.”
me: “What…did you lock your keys in the car or something?”
him: “Umm…actually? Yes…in the trunk.”
me: “How do you lock your keys in the trunk?”
him: “Well…I don’t normally put my book bag in the trunk, but I did…and well, my keys were in there…”
me: “I see…so you need me to bring you your spare key?”
him: “yes…please”
The conversation is edited a bit…but that’s the gist of the whole thing. But regardless…I had to get out of my comfy bed and go give my hubby his key to his car. My tummy was hurting SO bad by this point…but I went anyway. I didn’t want him to have to take a bus and then walk home…especially if it wasn’t necessary.
So…after coming back from my little rescue mission…we arrived just in time to see Scott Savol get kicked off of American Idol (it’s about time!!!). I don’t think my ears could take one more week of him…besides, he should’ve been gone weeks ago. Just my opinion.
After that… it was back to bed and back to my movie! I watched the special features…but fell asleep…so I shut it off and passed out for the night.
Exciting eh? Yeah well…that’s my life.
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