Meanwhile, if I recall my history, Santa Anna’s real leg was burred in Mexico City with lavish pomp and ceremony in something vaguely resembling Napoleon’s tomb. This happened during one of the half-dozen times he was Mexico’s president. However, a short time later, having overstayed his welcome, as he always did, angry Mexicans ran him out of town, dug out his leg, and threw it in the river.
The Leg needs to be in Texas! He lost the leg in the so called Pastry War with France—he was a hero then for leading the attack on the French—they withdrew and Santa Ana became president—where upon he shreaded the Constution of 1824. In time the Meexican people woke up and kicked him out—After he lead them in a disasterious war with the US and lost 1/3 of their nation. (They still wonder—what might have happened if he threw in his reserves at The Battle of Buena Vista—rather than running away and leaving his army to the mercy of the Yanquies.