Outpost III - AAR Thread

[Eric Tipton]

Just returned from Tennessee. Had a blast. Thanks to the Tarwater Mess and Liberty Rifles for helping us create an awesome Company "B". We were run ragged all weekend and enjoyed every minute of it. Special Thanks to Steve Ewing for agreeing to be Captain of the company. You did a good job Steve and it was refreshing to see our captain just as excited as the rank & file. We had an energetic company with an energetic Captain.

Thanks to all you boys in the WIG for putting on another quality event. We have found that events with you boys are consistent and interesting. We had a lot of fun crossing sabres on the field. Oh, and it is always nice to have the Critters on your side. ;)

I will write a more specific AAR later as I am still unpacking the car. Is anyone writing an article for the Historian? I hope so.

So, what did everyone think?

[CSARebel54]

I definitely had a blast. Tripp was a great commander and you feds ran us ragged from 4:00am saturday morning til we were done today. Looking forward to reading the AAR from someone. Thanks Art for a great weekend!

[C.R. Henderson]

As soon as I transcribe it, I will post my journal entries from the weekend. I went Federal and my buddy, Ricky Jones, went Confederate. We each kept a journal this weekend so each could read about what the other experienced (much the same as the article in the latest issue of the CWH). I'm sure he will do the same. Both were written in first person and turned out well. I'll get started ASAP.

As for me, I made a lot of new friends this weekend and our C company "Cleared the Tracks!" Thanks to the HCB for having us and thanks to Capt. Butler for the smooth consolidation. Thanks also to all the staff and and Col. Sorchy for a fantastic job. It was great how our company gelled as the weekend went along. I can't wait to see everyone again.

[Matt Woodburn]

Chris,

Contact Benjamin at Civil War Historian. I'm sure he'd love to have a chance to publish your first person account and Ricky's too. Good seeing you there.

[Charles Heath]

I had fun. How 'bout you?

[John "Gianni" Shoptaw]

We should have taken that ridge we could have taken that ridge before the yankees gained position and a strong foothold on the high ground.

[Pat.Lewis]

All in all, I found this to be a very "Army of Tennessee" (if that can be an adjective) weekend. It had many of the elements that one must consider fundamental to the Western Confederate experience. For one, CS troops held their own for the majority of the time only to be driven at the end. Golden opportunities earlier in the weekend slipped away, and it seemed to me for a time, laying on the ground captured after US troops had passed us over, that all of our hard work had come to nothing. Though a frustrating feeling, it was enlightening.

On a personal level there was the shortage of warm clothing (alright, that's my fault, but still), going through our rations too quickly (1st platoon Co. D may remember breakfast canteens), frustration with officers (in a firper sense only -- you all did a heckuva job), etc. that hit on all those things we read about so often.

Bully for Bragg! Bully for Outpost!

[DougCooper]

I was federal with the ONV (Co A) this weekend - wow. Not sure my brain is up to a real AAR yet but as I told Brian Hicks yesterday in the parking area, the strength of this event to me was the fact that was run in a completely period military manner, organization, logistics and using fixed posts and pickets and all the things you would have seen with two armies in close contact. No capture the flag, no cowboy stuff (except the CS cav at one hsyterical moment on Sunday AM), and in my company, 100% first person throughout. Even the night fighting, which could have disolved into a mess, was handled very well - but it also reminded us of why it was so difficult. There was close cooperation between cav and infantry...and the Critters were absolutely superb, as usual. Buglers were outstanding, communications and tactics ditto. Battalion leadership was consistenly ahead of the curve, inspired the troops and maintained an 1862 Ilinois regiment up and down the chain of command.

The ground does not get any better - and it made us sad to think much of it will be cleared for development.

In short, that is how it is done, and it was great to be part of it. The WIG does it again!

Thanks yous later.

[Greg Barnett]

The whole weekend was a true challenge for me personally. Having spent many months awaiting the event, only to have my fourteen year old black lab disappear Thursday, I had to depart Friday not having time to locate my old friend. He still has not been found. I spent the weekend with that on my mind. I would think many a man left in situations unresolved. I also really struggled with chronic back pain all weekend. I must be getting old for sure. There is nothing like a real challenge on a personal level.

I really enjoyed meeting many for the first time and seeing old friends as well. Everyone in 20th Tenn, Co A did their part and no one complained as much as I did. The NCOs and the officers were top notch. Thanks to all for a great weekend.

I too, have firper journal entries that I will share after transcribing this evening. It will be interesting to see notes comparatively.

Regards

[ButtermilkRanger]

No capture the flag, no cowboy stuff (except the CS cav at one hsyterical moment on Sunday AM), .

Which moment would that be, Doug? Inquiring minds want to know.

[huntdaw]

I found it to be a most excellent weekend. I have briar scratches all over both hands and my legs - those things cut through jean cloth and winter drawers!

My thanks to the men and NCO's of Co. F and Capt. Aufmuth and Lt. Kupsch. I hope I served you well as your 1st Sgt. We were the smallest CS company but I think we showed ourselves quite well. We got in trouble several times and always got out of it to the credit of the men and the way they handled themselves, followed orders and held together with an esprit de corps. Missourians (and honorary Missourians) did honor to the Missouri Brigade who found themselves in the same situations time and time again during their service.

I was impressed by the maneuvering of the Federals. They were quick to react and pretty aggressive which kept us on our toes and made the event more fun. My hat is off to our opposition. You did well boys.

I don't really get charged up at battles but must admit the adrenalin got going this weekend a couple times. Capt. Landrums's company was engaged heavily on the left and the thought was we might have an opportunity to relieve the pressure on him and occupy the Federal ground in their rear at the same time. So we charged. As we gained the top of the ridge during our Sat. charge, the view that met us was rather disturbing as we could see a couple Federal companies there and one coming down on our rear and flank. We fell back to the tree line on top of the enemy ridge and were in deep trouble until some boys from Capt. Corbin's company showed up with Sgt. Mitchell to reinforce us. I don't know why you were there or where you came from but it was sure good to see you. When we charged out of the treeline I felt the rush, as the Federal line broke and began to retreat, I felt a bigger rush only to have it sucked out of me when I saw another enemy company coming onto the field and then some cavalry. We had no choice but to fall back demoralized and frustrated. It then became a fight for our lives and to prevent a trip to Camp Douglas or death.

The Sunday morning fight brought the rush back as we were pushed. We were holding the center but were very spread out and had just pushed back a company that came across the valley and felt pretty good about it. They had been probing Capt. Corbin's company for some time and when they tried our area they seemed surprised and confused when we opened up on them. Little did they know that it was myself and four men who stalled their attack and forced them to retreat. We were even bringing in a wounded, stunned Federal sergeant as prisoner when all chaos sounded on the field above us and the order came to fall back. We had to leave our prisoner on the field and when we hit the top of the ridge I was much surprised to see a Federal company in the place where Corbin's company had been. Evidently they had fallen back without our knowledge. It all went downhill from there and the rush returned with the confusion of the retreat, the yelling of orders, trying to access the situation and keep a firing line in place as losses mounted.

As I left, I was exhilirated from the experience and saddened as I thought this might be the last time we ever get to do such a thing on that land. It sickens me to see it go for development.

But, this was a great event to end the year on. All in all I think 2007 has been a fantastic year for good quality events and the future looks bright. Despite a lot of gloom and doom about the hobby, I'm optimistic about the future and think we will fare well.

Thanks to all those who put this one together. It's definitely locked away in the memory bank.

[coastaltrash]

Larry,
Take what Doug says with a grain of salt and ignore it. You guys are the only thing that kept Co D from being completely exposed and the only real protection on Saturday evening. Good job by the mounted men.

[Craig L Barry]

Mea Culpa: When wrong, I can admit it. And I was wrong about the EBUFU concept and what to expect from Outpost III. Not sure I am worthy of offering commentary as it was a short campaign for me. I slipped in the woods and blew out my right knee, had to limp on out of there. Nothing a knee brace and one week in the tropics won't cure, though. Know what? It was worth it.

The Watchdog will have see how we can work this into our business plan.

[Dale Beasley]

To all of my AOTish Pards,

-Was this land and country-side not beautiful?
-The WIG Staff did what they do best...putting together a great event.
-The Yanks came to fight...they had the rabbits running as well.
-"The Battle of the Hedge Row" saw as much fighting, well...Bragg would have been proud.
-It doesn't take a weather man to tell you which way the wind blows.

I had a chance to visit Franklin and the Carter House for the first time. Just makes me want to go back. Read something that sticks out in my mind ...

"We did what we was told and boy did we pay the price"

[Fiddlebum]

I was stuck down at the cabin with the Critters all weekend, hoping someone would come rescue us, but they never did. :cry_smile

I didn't get to see/meet everyone I wanted to, but it was a good time. Got a lot of knitting done, too.


Kim Caudell

[Mad Hatter]

I had a great time at Outpost III and was honored when asked by Tar Water Mess to attend though I had only been to Perryville earlier this month. Because this event was non scripted with the enemy just a few fields away, there was a sense of unknown which made it even better. I learned more by being in first person on this event and honed my skills. This includes the movements, pickets, counter-signs, sleeping on gum blanket, drying of socks after Saturday morning, rations (beef could have been presented better), rough coffee, water detail, and much more. My hat is off to the NCO's and Officers of Co. B. Their excitement and forward thinking motivated me to push myself on marches faster than the double quick time and forcing to exclude some modern military thought processes in order to stay in 1862. It seems that "hurry up & wait" was as much then as it is now.

This event was a deciding factor in making the financial and time allocations to be a living historian. I just have to get on the ball these next few months to get my gear together and Matt is helping me with that.

Oh, and CS Cav take a hit at least when there is an entire Co in your area....thanks for leaving your rations out in the open. The dried fruit was great.

Thanks again to both sides of the field; especially those that traveled great distances.

Christopher P. Hettinger
Co. B/89th Illinois

[Coatsy]

To quote my Captain it was an "Outstanding" weekend. There were so many mixed emotions going through my head, but I think Mr. Lewis put a darn fine perspective on the Confederate side for the weekend

"For one, CS troops held their own for the majority of the time only to be driven at the end."

Such was the fate of the AOT.

I also want to point out that our Federal opponents had the spirit and grit of the men that they were portraying this weekend. Sunday morning when Mr. Butler's section came up at our portion of the line was probably one of the best actions I've been in in some time. It was hot, heavy, and in the end, that darned stealthy Scuba Steve's company came at our flank and rear causing us to withdraw. (see Mr. Lewis' comment again)

I am very grateful to have gone to the event with such a fine group of men serving with me and a fine group of men across the field in blue as well! I am probably going to post a more "official" flavored AAR, but that will come later.

(On a side note I'd like to try to talk to some of the guys via PM from Ewing's company that I traded "verbal barbs" with on Sunday when you came into our rear. Things got heated and I'd like to send some apologies to them if I can.)

The highlights:

-Saturday's late morning actions when the Feds and Rebs fought a back and forth action up on the ridge, down through the brush and across the valley. Frank's whistle to sound the assault and the explosion of gray out of the woodline was a rush! The Billy's did a damn fine job on their end as well!

-Sending the rest of my platoon with the indomitable Sgt Mitchell to try to get Co. F back to our lines. That was just plain desperation and nerves there. Since I've been fighting broncitis and the loss of my voice my Captain couldn't hear me trying tell him I had to get our boys out from a tight spot so he thought I told him to "piss off" and having to relay instructions to Sgt Mitchell via my men that had their voice.

-Setting up a great picket post on Saturday evening and having the boys fortify their postitions. I know that annoyed Jim's guys on Sunday.

-Sunday morning's actions with Butler's guys trying to push us off of the hill. Now that was a HOT fight.

-And I will classify getting pushed out of our position as a good moment as well. Chaos, Chaos, Chaos and seeing a muzzle blast from the woods that was my ultimate end.

The bad:

-Not having a voice for most of the weekend. It was tough to relay orders to my platoon all weekend. Blaargh!

-The boys getting down to their last cartridge. Oh no indeed!

The crazy:

-The Federal bugler that walked right up to me on Saturday early am after the fight. I think my pistol blast scared him off :wink_smil

And Steve, Joe, and Tipton gave me a great compliment. They said that the look on my face when I busted out of the woods on Satuday and saw their company was a moment for them. I hope my reaction of stumbling and almost cartwheeling across the valley after they shot at me was a good reaction. Because I don't think I could have stopped right there even if I had wanted to. The inertia combined with my super speeding it down the hill had me going at Mach OCN.

Thanks to all that came and participated. Oh and one more thing I caught up with Greg Deese in the parking lot on Sunday and we both agreed that the weather was perfect for the weekend. It really reminded me of reading about the two armies manuvering around middle Tennessee in the fall of 1862.

[DougCooper]

Which moment would that be, Doug? Inquiring minds want to know.

When you guys charged during the battle, with us in line of battle with the Critters just behind us and the rest of the infantry to our left (Sunday morning) - we thought it a somewhat hysterical but very brave move to shout "drop em and come with us"

Now having said that, you guys were tremendous all weekend and a real thorn in our side, especially at night. When we sent the paroled reb out into the middle of the field rather than on the road hoping you guys would stop him, we figured out where one of your pickets was, but not the rest. So we sent a patrol out to try and fill in the rest around 0230. We saw some in front, but suddenly heard one of your horse whinney just behind and to right of us. We probably ran the 200 yards in full kit back to our post in less time than it takes to tell it.

Our constant worry was being "gobbled up by the cavalry." Sure enough, around 0530 Sunday, still dark as Hades, two of your men in federal overcoats somehow came from inside our perimeter and gobbled up 3 men on picket without firing a shot. We immediately assumed Nathan Bedford was out there. Well done!!!!

[Charles Heath]

Harold & Kumar Go To AAMCO

Somewhere on the way home yesterday, a mean ol' crotchety ass in the mini-van's shotgun seat turned around and said, "We blame all of the good times this weekend on Pukin' Bill Backus." This is more true than many know, because with the postponement of ATB to '08, we took a second look at attending Cornpost 3, and there was Bill's name on Capt. R.M.A.* Landrum's company, so some of us cobbled together a plan to attend.

The moment a plan collides with reality, the plan loses, so we went with plan B. Straight out of a really bad bar joke, we had a Tooter (Randy), a Coastie (Jason), a Menonnite preacher (Petey), the Carthagenian (Joe), a bona fide hound dog (if you live down south, you know what this means) in the form of Pukin' Ladykiller Bill, and myself. Ley, Dave, Caleb, Dan, Bro. Yoder, and few other HMICs were left behind to guard the homefront. I have to mention Jason's nickname is now "Almost." I should also probably point out Ste. Julia of Stuart's Draft is happy to see us "adopted chillens" arrive, and really happy to see us go.

Sometimes the road trip can be as fun as the event itself. In this case, both the trip out to Spring Hill by way of Murfreesboro, and the trip back home by way of the Tomb of the Unknown Waffle were superb. The fact the transaxle didn't fall out of the minivan (over 200,000k miles when the odometer stopped some years ago) is penultimate in any assessment of the trek to and from the Volunteer State. We had a lot of laughs, a little rain, and a very nice, yet all too brief visit to Stone's River/Murfreesboro, and we even managed to get Bill to eat some Chinese food. Bill did not puke up the Chinese food. This is good. The van did not need to find AAMCO for a replacement tranny. This is double plus good.

That's the shortest half cock I've ever seen.

The directions to the site were excellent, and made even better for those of us coming in to the Saturn Nation via TN 840. We stopped at a local convenience store, performed a courtesy pressure test on his plumbing in serial fashion a la Steve "Quiet Man" Tyler, and found the parking area to be cozy and a frost free hydrant amazingly placed right next to our parking spot, along with a trough/bath tub. Our pre event funk was not that bad, although we are perfectly willing to upgrade.

Five of us changed into the uniform of all that was, is, and ever will be right, (and as soon as halftime is over, everything is going to be all right again) and Randy slipped into the uniform of the Indigo Nation Aggressors, and soon became RJ's apprentice for the duration, or at least until the time Herb "OCN Pistolier" shot him dead at VCR** Registration was a breeze, and we all used our EZPass for the haversack, knapsack, poke sack, and your hands are too cold to inspect that....well nevermind. Our first order of business was to drop, flop, and sleep. The event was getting off to a good start by allowing us to demonstrate a skill we had previously mastered.

I slept through most of what happened next, but Rev. Dennis Neal led us through a Ph.D. level coursework lecture about the Impressionist period, and those of us who are not generally easily impressed with such high fallutin dogma were impressed that his impression of our impression was impressive enough to impress him. We had a ration issue that included sausage, bacon, sausage, shelled yeller corn, sausage, parched corn, sausage, sweet potatoes, sausage, Satan's own communion wafers, sausage, scallions, sausage, goobers, sausage, and a few coffee beans. We spotted Cherub Cheeks stuffing his pockets with sausage, and made sure our section, 3rd Section, the best section, aka "Wick's Wildmen" were able to keep any sausage from going to waste. Mr. Caldwell, thank you for leading by example. Petey and Joe were assigned the task of guarding the Confederate strategic corn reserves, or at least a 20-pound bag thereof.

We soon learned the identity of our platoon leader by the light of the moon, and immediately the 2nd platoon unanimously requested a transfer to Rev. Pompey's company. The ringleader of this uprising has never been identified, but is strongly suspected to have been on or about the platoon break most of the weekend, except when hiding behind a wagon, hiding behind a tree, conveniently falling out anytime the company of tall manly men double quicked forward while under fire, etc. The request was denied. We had a lovely musket inspection, and the poor fellow next to me sure picked a bad time to have a barrel full of molasses. We also realized we were home in Williamson County, and many of the comments about local women could and would have been about our cousins, but that didn't stop us from enjoying a highly speculative time discussing the similarities between certain large, rounded types of produce and....yeah, I guess I'd best stop there.

Trigger happy.

As soon as we ran some old women out of a shed and got a fire going, we cooked up some rations. The sausage was good cold. The bacon needed some serious fire loving. Getting a fire going was not as much of a challenge as we suspected, mostly thanks to a generous supply of squaw wood which was nowhere near as wet as the deadfall. Some fellow likes blowing on a fire as much as I do, and we had a fine time. We'd reenact this the next day not too far away, in fact. We flopped down and went to sleep in the usual puppy pile. Being warm as it was our puppy pile only needed one blanket, but the ground was a bit damp. The accoutrements were a bit lumpy. The two hours of sleep was very nice.

It was our turn to stand picket, and we did. Scattered shots kept us awake, and a mini-war erupted to our front. We watched a couple of riders approach our flank and get into our rear, and the corporal asked me to shoot the man. I did so, but obviously missed, since he kept on riding. I'm probably going to have to pay for that cartridge, because it turns out that rider was one of our own Knights in Shining Jeancloth. Ja, I vas just following der orders. We were recalled to join the company and then marched somewhere to a place we'll just call "the hedgerow."

Mulching Through Georgia

Our captain was more cranky than usual, and he thought it would be a good idea to boost morale by running the company at a triple quick through a brushpile over logs one time. This being highly entertaining, we did this two more times at a brisk pace. Well, some did. I'll need to move up my hip replacement surgery by a few years. Thanks! Some cavalry came by to trade coffee for tobacco at the canter. So much for the First Battle of the Hedgerow, but we learned those people screaming "We're whacked!" don't drive worth a damn. At some point I performed my dead, yet still snoring, sea turtle impression. Pukin' Bill was kidnapped by Amazon women with large, well, you get the idea. Herb, the OCN Pistolier, shot the bugler, but didn't get the principal musician. (You know the tune, so sing it.)

Peek a Boo

Some federal prisoners were escorted into the company area. They smelled bad, and were obviously bad men, but they had cheese. Three of us were drafted for picket duty, so we took a position by the woodline and played peek a boo with the federal pickets, some mounted folks, and poor Ken Knopp looking for something lost in the tall grass. Later we would learn the federals moving along a road to our front were folks heading to the parking lot, and that we had been under a truce for the past 3 hours anyway. Sam Watkins was right, we really were just a side show to the big show.

We were relieved, and I went to sleep, and dreamt of ways to grind that yellow corn. Here we were in Tennessee and not a pair of rocks to be found. I had a Bill Bugs Young moment, as I lost my pocket knife (dropped from my pocket while asleep) and Joe returns it to me before I knew it was even missing. Thanks, Joe. Say what you will about Carthagenians (salted or unsalted), but they are honest.

That's my blankie!!!!!

We returned to our picket posts about dusk and that lasted well into the darkness. We could see mounted patrols, heard wagons, listened to scattered shots here and there, and tried very hard not to fall asleep. Some angel of mercy had us return to camp, and we went to sleep. Thanks to the sun shining brightly and warmly during the afternoon, the ground was dry and warm. A funny thing happened on the way to the spoon line, and that Joe and I picking up the wrong bedroll and knapsack, respectively. We sorted this out pretty quick, but if a man can feel a blanket sticking out of a knapsack (in the dark) and not only know the maker, the model, and pretty much know the year of manufacture, that's pretty sick. Boy, I'm glad I'm not a gearhead. Before going to bed, we filled our canteens and watched "The Four Kings" munch some grass and young corn. Those famous BGR oxen probably ought to be on the Who Is Us list.

Where is my canteen?

With a few hours sleep under our belts, we jumped up and ran around again. Those People tried to outflank us through the low ground. I found a nice tree to hide behind, and in short order two officers and a sergeant were following my shining example of being a completely worthless soldier. I have to work hard at this, but they seemed to be naturals. A blue clad cavalryman fell from his saddle and a lieutenant we hadn't seen for days lept forward to assist this man in his final minutes by relieving him of the considerable weight of any Masonic material culture he may have had on his person, lest they become dug relics 140+ years later.

I have to mention an incident involving our beloved Sergeant Major. After a lengthy pep talk about the importance of being well watered, we noticed the majority of our canteens were taken away, and they did not return for the duration of the war. Those of us who had full canteens were made out to be some form of water deprived idgit; however, this idgit would like to point out he had water during the battle, and any further inquires should be directed to the 15th Alabama. Later, I asked the sergeant major if this was intentional, and he blamed it all on the officer corps, as any good NCO would do. There is more to this story, but if anyone really needed water all they needed to do was ease over to the water wagon and draw a dipperful. Sunday was a good cool morning for what must have been a common CW experience.

At this point, the battle appeared to be going well for us, as pretty much any direction we'd choose to fire we'd find plenty of federal targets. Not to be greedy with all these targets of opportunity, we chose to depart the party early. While we could see a number of people racing for a woodline about 300 yards distant, we chose to amble at the mosey over a ridge. Much to our surprise, we found a large number of targets heading our way. Not only do these people not drive worth a damn, but they are like flies on honey. They just will not leave.

Soggy Bottom Boys

Me and Joe (I've always wanted to say that) employed a little strategery and adjusted our skedaddling for the woodline with the most wandering gray matter. Unfortunately, the rest of the canteen story is about to play out. I had to pee. This was not any making of the water, but a making of a flood of Biblical proportions. You'd have thunk I'd consumed three pitchers of beer for breakfast, and I'm not talking about pony pitchers. Unfortunately, and this was not intentional, but a triad of federal prisoners were immediately downhill. I'm truly sorry, but in hindsight it is rather funny. Maybe 20 minutes later, I caught up with Joe and the company, and Uncle Beau offered me a nice piece of bacon. Kiev was still defending his cornbread with lard filling from a previous ration issue. Sadly, we noticed several suitable rocks in the cornfield as we moved across the field, but it was too late to grind corn.

About this time, there was a Stillness at Rippavilla*** and the war was over, or at least this portion thereof. As is the case at WIG events, the bulk of the participants form a square formation at the end of the affair, paint their faces bright colors, grab their shields and spears, and perform the Zulu Dance. Well, that's all I could think of when Terry and Art were, well, you had to be there.

She still has all her teeth

The trip back was enjoyable. Pukin Bill has a Jesse Owensesque sprint from the van to the restroom that should be captured on film some day. We like Burger King. Burger King likes us. Most of all, we ate at the Waffle House betwen Smyrna and Gallatin TN, and Randy and Bill are truly worthy of the name hound dog. At the COI, we may have a class in why you don't pick up waitresses in a Waffle House. The van made it back to Stuart's Draft, and we went on our way to Richmond, Fredericksburg, Newpy News, Frederick, Baltimore, etc.

As tacticals go, they generally fall into one of two extremes. They are either really good or really bad. Some tacticals can't even get the basic infrastructure together for the event to actually take place as planned. This was not a problem at this event, and some infrastructure elements were well beyond what has been done elsewhere in recent years. As to the usual Cowboys & Indians stuff that generally plagues this type of event, well, there wasn't as much of that at Cornpost as we've seen at a heck of a lot of other tacticals. Randy pretty much summed it up with his one word commentary from the backseat of the minivan, "Great!"

Oh, and what a joy it was not to drive a single mile. Next time, we may need a bigger van.

*Obvious South Park reference.
** Very Close Range
***Apologies to the late Bruce Catton

[Mark Susnis]

The event lived up to its mission statement of being a "tactical". Great to see the use of combined arms operations (cavalry) in order to perform reconnaissance operations for the ground maneuver forces which in this case was the 89th Illinois Infantry. Great location to have an event.

One of the issues that I will offer that needs to be corrected in the future is the reception plan for late arrivals to the event site. John Grimes and I arrived on site after midnight and thankfully Brian Hicks and another gentleman manned a check-in point with an accountability roster. Brian directed us to the Federal area but once we parked in the Federal area we literally walked all over creation for almost two hours looking for the 89th Illinois. At one point we heard gunfire and walked to the direction of the guns and found two more pards who were also lost and had not linked up with the main body. Bottom line is that somebody on the Federal side should have manned a guard post to guide late arrivals to the link up point and provide direction to the water point and ammunition and most importantly have accountability of assigned personnel. Worse off what if someone had become seriously injured while wandering around? We both flew to Nashville so we didn't travel with ammo and unfortunately didn't think about getting water for our canteens before arriving at Rippavilla. Granted the real soldiers in '62 got lost and separated during the march but it was just a little frustrating. I did enjoy seeing the Carter House Museum in Franklin and the Tennessee State Museum in downtown Nashville on the way out of town.

Regards,
Mark Susnis

[trippcor]

What a great weekend!! Everyone did a great job on both sides. One of things that impressed me the most was each side reacted to the situtations they found themselves faced with. I did not see any side or company become invincible. I also saw a lot of hits being taken on both sides which was certainly refreshing.

Here is a copy of my the official report of this weekends actions as Captain of Company A, 20th Tennessee:

Oct 29, 1862
Spring Hill Tn,


Lt Col Art Milbert, 20th Tn

I submit the following report of the actions that occurred on October 26th, 27th and 28th in and around Spring Hill Tennessee. Before I get into the details of those actions I must commend the behavior of my men under fire. The men of Co. A brought great honor to themselves and to the State of Tennessee these last several days. They fought with great zeal and bravery never shunning a fight and only giving ground when faced with overwhelming odds or orders to do so. I am very honored and humbled to command such men.

My company began to assemble on the grounds of the Rippavilla Plantation located south of Spring Hill with the rest of the battalion on October 26th. With but a few stranglers missing, we marched out late that evening with full haversacks and canteens. The men were very grateful for the rations they received as they were of better fair than they had seen in a while. When we arrived at our campsite for the night, Co. A was sent out as pickets. We established out pickets around the perimeter of the camp with our grand guard located about 100 yards from what I felt was the most likely location of a possible enemy attack. This was near what appeared to be an unfinished wooden railroad trestle. We remained on picket until 2 am when relived by Capt Landrum’s company.

About one hour after being relieved, we heard shots fired off to the north. The men knowing that the enemy was in the area were quick to respond even though we were not on duty. I think the fear of possibly being caught unready moved the men to quick action. I went to find Capt Landrum to see what was going on. I appeared he had sent out a patrol and it had encountered an enemy patrol. Since it appeared that this was a small skirmish, I had my company rest once again. We remained at rest until we received orders to march out later that morning.

As you are aware, the battalion moved out before daybreak on the morning of the 27th with Capt Landrum’s company out as skirmishers screening our movements. We moved behind them skirting the tree line to further help screen us from possible enemy scouts. After marching an undetermined distance, the darkness even with a full moon making it hard to judge, Capt Landrum’s skirmishers made contact with the enemy. It was quickly determined that this was much more than just a patrol or pickets. The battalion was deployed with my company anchor the battalion’s right flank. Capt Aufmuth’s company was on my left flank. Due to the darkness, it was difficult to determine the exact size of the enemy. Initially I thought we were facing only one company. However we start to receive fire from our extreme right flank and Sgt Thomason reported another company of enemy infantry was trying to make a move on that flank. I ordered my first platoon to wheel so that they could meet the approaching enemy, which were no more than slightly darker spots in the darkness. Not long after, our cavalry arrived to help reinforce our right flank and I as able to wheel my first platoon back into line with the rest of the battalion. We continued to exchange fire with the enemy for a good while with neither side able to gain an advantage. At some point we received orders to with draw. As we with drew the enemy pursued. After a short running battle, we were ordered to take positions on some high ground ringed by thickets and other natural obstacles. This ground was a natural fortress. We were very happy to have found it. The enemy would have one hell of a time pushing us out.

Upon our arrival at this natural fortress, which many began calling horseshoe ridge, I deployed my company to protect against any rushes by the enemy on our right flank. After a quick inspection of our area, it was determined that there were only two easy points of entrance into our natural fortress. The remainder of the perimeter was covered by dense a dense thicket of privet hedge, briers, deadfall, steep sloops and trees which would be very difficult for the enemy to get through. One could not have asked for better ground to defend.

As daylight continued to grow, we were able to determine that the enemy had occupied the high ground across the valley from us. We soon received orders to try and push the enemy from that ground. My company moving together with Capt Aufmuth’s were to charge across the valley and up the ridge pushing the enemy quickly. It was hoped we could move quickly enough to cause confusion in the Yankee ranks. Unfortunately the very thing that made our position so defensible worked against us on our attack. The thickets slowed our attack and allowed the yanks to meet it and stand their ground. Realizing that our attack had failed I order the companies back to our old positions. Luckily our casualties were light, though I did receive a wound in the back from a federal cavalry trooper. Lt. Coats was able to pull me to safety though my sword was left behind much to my chagrin.

After returning to our position, Capt. Aufmuth and I received a report that Capt Landrum’s company was under heavy fire on our left flank. Capt Aufmuth felt we could help relieve the pressure on our left flank if we launched a counter attack on our end of the line. He felt that the enemy would not expect such an attack. I concurred and as the senior officer present order the attack. We had learned from our last attempt so the initial assault was very successful. The enemy was pulling back from the ridge as we had hoped. The enemy however had a company in reserve that was able to move down the valley into the left flank of our attack threatening to cut off our two companies from the remainder of the battalion. I ordered a retreat but Capt’s Aufmuth’s company was too heavily engaged and was not able to retreat. It is hear that I must commend the bravery and actions of my company and specifically Lt Coats. Due to my earlier wound and overseeing the attack I had remained in the rear of the two companies. This left Lt. Coats in command of company A during the attack. Seeing that Capt. Aufmuth’s company would be either killed or captured to the man if he pulled Co. A back, he elected to stay and provide support so the other company could retreat. His quick actions and courage under fire are to be commended. I believe he has the makings of a fine commander.

The men of both companies fought with great courage and tenacity and were able to extricate themselves from what could have been a complete disaster. The timely arrival of our cavalry to block the infantry company moving down the valley on our left flank ensured that both companies were able to escape with a majority of our force. My deep thanks and gratitude go to the troopers under Capt Choat’s command. The total losses for my company were 3 killed or wounded. Capt Aufmuth’s company had 5 killed, wounded or captured. It certainly could have been much worse and I take full responsibility for this action. I hope you will accept my apology for putting a large portion of our force in danger. We were also able to take a few prisoners during the retreat back to our lines.

After this attack my company was spent. They had only had a few hours of sleep and the constant action had sapped their strength. Lucky the enemy was apparently in no better shape as they requested a ceasefire and prisoner exchange. As you know the ceasefire was to last till 5 o’clock, we welcomed the chance to get some rest and to dry out. Sgt Gott, my orderly sergeant, received a summons to deliver a package through enemy lines to the widow of one of our fallen comrades. The federal commander was gracious enough to allow the package of personal belongs to be taken to her. I understand she was very grateful to have her husbands belongs returned.

The rest of the evening and night passed without incident. I believe both sides were worn-out and thankful for a chance to rest and recover. I know the men in my company were. Having spent most of the day fighting they were very low on rounds with about 20 per man. Some time during the evening, more ammunition was delivered and though we did not know it yet it would be put to good use in the morning.

As the sun rose on the morning of October 28th, I ordered the men to pack their gear and get ready to move if ordered. We had no sooner started packing when shots rang out. Sgt Mitchell informed me that the enemy was massing to assault our right flank. The men rushed back to the lines just in time to receive the attack. We were able to push the enemy back several times. A couple of times the enemy was able to make it over our defensive works but were pushed back by counter attacks lead by Sgt Mitchell on our far right flank supported by our cavalry. The enemy was finally getting a taste of what we had encountered the day before and it felt good.

After being repulsed several times on our right flank the enemy began shifting forces to our left. It was not long before we heard firing on our left. Having learned our lesson yesterday, I held our lines and did not attempt a counter attack. I was also concerned the attack on the left was just a rouse trying to draw our attention a way from another attack on our right. This would later prove to be true.

As things were getting very hot by the sounds on our left, we heard shots coming from the rear of our right flank. I turn to see men in blue entering our fortress. I immediately ordered my reserve to meet this new attack at the same time our cavalry and Capt Landrum’s reserve also engaged them. Our combined forces were able to push them back into the tree line from which they had came but were not able to move them further. I then received orders to take a portion of my company and try to push the enemy out of our rear. While I understood the need to remove the enemy from this position, I felt it would weaken our front to the point we could not resist a serious attack. I however followed orders and had Lt Coats take a platoon to push the enemy in our rear. Not long after he began his attack, then the enemy did what I feared they would. They attacked our weakened front with considerable strength. Though my men again fought with great courage and bravery, we were not able to hold and were forced to retreat.

I moved to consolidate both platoons with the enemy all around us. It was apparent we would soon be completely surrounded and our only choice was to try and punch out. I determined that the Yankees in our rear were in the weakest position and ordered a charge in their direction hoping to break out of the encirclement. It was during this charge that I received what I feared was a mortal wound. As I was leading the charge from the front of my company firing my pistol as we charged, the enemy let lose with a volley which hit me and several of my men many times and knocking me senseless. When I regained my senses, I found that the fighting had passed on and I was surround by the dead and wounded from both sides. As I looked around more I saw to yanks approaching with one of our men held prisoner. Since my pistol was empty there was not much I could do but also agree to be their prisoner as well. Not long after that a small squad of our men appeared and took them prisoner. Seeing that we were now in the rear of whatever fighting was happening, I ordered a truce among the men present and we agreed whichever army returned the others among us would be prisoners. We then began sharing what little food and water we had among us. After a while we all realized that it was quiet. Having spent some time getting to know each other it seemed like such a shame for any of us to become prisoners so we agreed to allow all of us to try and return to our own forces. Thus we parted and went our separate ways. As I made my way in the direction of where I thought our battalion might be, I gathered many stranglers. To my regret I also found the body of Lt Coats. He had dies while facing the enemy. His lose is a blow to our cause. I hope his courage and bravery will be an inspiration. I was able to make it back to our lines and rejoin our company. I was thankful to find at least a portion had managed to fight their way out. Sergeant Gott had taken command after I had been wounded and Lt Coats had been killed. With the help of Sgt. Mitchell and Scoggins, he was able to keep what remained of company A together to fight another day.

Thus ended the actions of October 26th through the 28th. I cannot commend the actions of my men during these actions. They performed every thing that was asked of them and more. They have brought great honor to themselves, their families, Tennessee and our cause. I cannot close this without mentioning the bravery and skill showed by our enemy. They too fought hard. I hope all thoughts of a quick and easy victory over the yanks have been dispelled. They are not the slackers our press and politicians have led us to believe they were.

Respectfully submitted,

Capt. Tripp Corbin
Company A, 20 Tennessee
Commanding

[ButtermilkRanger]

When you guys charged during the battle, with us in line of battle with the Critters just behind us and the rest of the infantry to our left (Sunday morning) - we thought it a somewhat hysterical but very brave move to shout "drop em and come with us"


I must have been detailed elsewhere for that one, but I agree, that's pretty hysterical. There were a lot of things I thought we could have done differently, but in the end, we were just doing our jobs. I believe the capturer of your pickets was the Chief of Scouts, Ronnie Tucker. The job of cavalry was to be the eyes and ears of the army and during an engagement with Infantry, more often than not, to protect the rear and flanks. We were far from perfect, but we at least tried to do that much. There were many guys in that group who had never done an EBUFU type immersion event. Hopefully some saw the light of what a quality event can do. As always with anything the WIG does, this was a quality event.

And to think I came out of retirement for this one. I'm glad I did.

[ButtermilkRanger]

Oh, and CS Cav take a hit at least when there is an entire Co in your area....thanks for leaving your rations out in the open. The dried fruit was great

Amen, amen, and amen!!!! I'm one of those cavalrymen who agrees 100% with your view that more cavalry should take hits. I detest kevlar cavalry (and kevlar infantry for that matter, too). I also detest the farby leaning-over-the-pommel-of-your-saddle reenactoristic "kill" you see so much, and my own pet peeve, the laying-on-the-ground, dead- holding-your-horse-by-the-reins kill. Nothing looks more silly. And I'm not saying that sarcastically or tongue-in-cheek. I really do mean it.

On the other hand, I also detest infantry who whine about kevlar cavalry and then cry when a panic-stricken riderless horse runs through a company of men in a blind panic to escape something he doesn't understand. I've been run over by quite a few horses over the years. I've never had one injure me beyond a few stiches and some contusions. At an event, I think it just ads to the realism. Most horse will only run a few hundred yards in the wrong direction before turning around to run back the other way. Eventually they'll settle down.

Alas, the dilema of kevlar cavalry.:wink_smil

[Mtn.Guerilla]

I believe I'm still shaking off the chill from the Sat night picket, but here it goes. To the men of Co. A 7 Tenn., great job all around. Great comradey, superb leadership, beautiful land, and plenty of hard fighting. I was very impressed of what we were able to accomplish with the amount of men we had. There were almost too numerous "realisms" to mention but a few for me was, the intense fighting followed by lengthy lulls and being on picket and thinking every tree and shrub seemed to be wearing a Hardee hat. This was also the first time I ever experienced the sense of fear at an event. It was after we charged the ridge , I think the second time, and we had to fall back and I d*#n near fell right back onto a federal company in the gully, just a hair over 10ft away. I then tore off along the ridge narrowly escaping cpature. A pard said I ran like a hare thru a briar patch, which I did. It was also a real moment when myself , 3 pards from the company, and QM Kiev T., after going to help out Co. F, stumbled upon an entire fed company in the thickets. We observed the bugler about to take a leak and decided to take some prisoners. We called for their surrender because we were too close to fire. We would have had to aim completly stright up to be safe. Everyone one of them looked like they had been slapped by their mommas and of course none surrendered. I guess their pride couldn't take being nearly captured ( by all rights they were) , then completely run off with out even putting up a fight, by four men with a hand full a rounds.
Bully to Kiev and my 3 pards !
Also bully to the Feds, for always keeping us on our toes and for always putting up a hard fight !

[DougCooper]

I must have been detailed elsewhere for that one, but I agree, that's pretty hysterical. There were a lot of things I thought we could have done differently, but in the end, we were just doing our jobs. I believe the capturer of your pickets was the Chief of Scouts, Ronnie Tucker. The job of cavalry was to be the eyes and ears of the army and during an engagement with Infantry, more often than not, to protect the rear and flanks. We were far from perfect, but we at least tried to do that much. There were many guys in that group who had never done an EBUFU type immersion event. Hopefully some saw the light of what a quality event can do. As always with anything the WIG does, this was a quality event.

And to think I came out of retirement for this one. I'm glad I did.

The bottom line was, the cav did what the real deal did best - scout, picket, and fight like the dickens when called. As you know, the sword swinging melee's got the headlines, but the grind it out, all night in the saddle intelligence gathering and flank protection tha often made the difference between defeat and vistory was on great display at Outpost. We all got our money's worth, esp the infantry who got to see it done right.

When the Critters galloped into action behind us wth 10+ horses, you could feel the ground shake - imagine what an entire regiment felt like!

[Marser]

Since I have to fly to these events (being from the far reaches of western KS Territory a.k.a Colorado), I am only able to make a couple per year. Outpost was magnificent and thank you to everyone who worked on putting it together. Great job! Personal thanks go to First Sergeant Comer, Company F, 20th TN who was incredibly gracious in picking me up from the Nashville airport (and returning me there on Sunday afternoon) and loaning me his weapon for the weekend. Thanks, Mike! Also, to Warren Hook for bringing his weapon for me to use, although there were some ignition issues on that one. Regardless, thanks Private Fagg! Overall, 'twas first rate and I look forward to more in the future.

[Coatsy]

Mr. Morgan and to the others in Capt. Choate's company,

I know for some of you this was your first "Campaign"event and I would like to tip my hat to you gents. On Saturday when four of your members came out into the Valley to cover part of Co A and Co F I breathed a sigh of relief. It was good to know that you were out keepign a lookout over the duration of the weekend. Thank you!

[MercyAngel62]

Our homestead for the weekend was planned to be a cabin somewhat withdrawn from the war, so myself and the others watched with great curiosity as a federal battalion moved into the area directly around our cabin. This move was cemented by our front yard guests- the Critter Company. Saturday morning was a bit intense, mainly when we were roused out of bed at 3:30 in the morning to make Coffee for Mr. Musgrove. His tone certainly changed throughout the exchange. At first it was: “Where is the coffee pot” then after a few minutes: “Actually, we want you to make it”. We all found this funny, shook it off, and rolled back over to fall asleep once again. With-in minutes, Mr. Musgrove was back at our door again, except this time he was a bit angry and threatened to torch our cabin. So with that being said, we were cold, awake, and finally decided to get up and took our time in doing so. Coming outdoors in nothing but a chemise would have been tacky, so dressing had taken a little time and the men wanting coffee were very persistent. :p

Perhaps the most memorable moment for me was watching Mr. Hicks and Mr. Craddock appear within the federal lines. At first glance I thought the two had become prisoners and many jokes came straight to mind, but the look on their faces quickly struck a cord in my heart. When my name was called by two men I know well, I was somewhat confused. Being brought into the cabin, I realized the matter was something serious. I noticed tears were welling up in their eyes as they informed me of the death of my “husband” Captain Patrick Landrum, at the Battle of Baton Rouge. They revealed to me that both were Brother Masons of my now “deceased husband” and presented me with his personal effects recovered from the battlefield. This package contained an officers jacket with Masonic Insignia, a scarf, a Masonic apron, and a journal which contained an unfinished letter, dated the day before the actual battle of Baton Rouge. At first the shock left me speechless and unable to react, but watching these Brothers weeping over the exchange, and the reaction of the others, I quickly fell tear struck. The shock lasted some hours as I had gone into the event with no idea of this plan, plotted by Mr. Craddock and my boyfriend Patrick Landrum some 2 months ago, and ended up becoming a widow. This memory will surely rank highly on my list of experiences in the hobby, and possibly unable to be recreated by any other group or person, since the details were so intimate, and the characters in no way shape of form performing an act that some take on when doing first person interactions. The reaction of Carrie Craddock, my Aunt over the weekend, quickly adapted to the plan, stating that as we were both now widows, we would no doubt rebuild as best we could complete with a flower and herb garden that once occupied both of our former homes.

I had a wonderful time with old friends and made plenty of new ones. It’s nice to finally put a few faces with names. Thank you to Art Milbert for inviting me to participate and making everything possible!! Immense thanks goes to Ms. Carrie Craddock for organizing the civilian side of the weekend at the cabin. It was good to see Paul and Kim Caudell and I’m glad Anna and Silvana (AKA Crazy Lid Lady- ha) made the long trip down! While the temperatures were very low on Friday evening, I maintained some degree of warmth at the large pile of blankets Patrick forced on me Friday before the event. Perhaps the greatest joy of the weekend was the Essence of Coffee carefully hidden from the ever harassing Critter Company. While Mr. Adair and company are feared on the field, they have never witnessed an enemy as fierce as I can be without properly made, good coffee. I know Anna feels this way as well. Hopefully, when this group of civilians gather again in the future it will continue to build on the foundation laid down this weekend- one of mutual respect and the drive to accurately portray the civilians we enjoy researching.

[Jim of The SRR]

I really enjoyed the event immensely. Thanks to the WIG for organizing this and providing us an opportunity to have a tactical in such beautiful and varied piece of ground.

It was nice reading Mr. Corbin and Mr. Coat's AARs as I can now see what happened on their side of the line across from us and how they perceived our tactics.

Thanks to Don Smith who had period, hand-drawn topo maps for all the commanders. These were indispensable for us all weekend!
Sunday morning we chose to move onto the Brown Homestead and take position on the large, flat ridge above it. We felt this allowed the best interior lines for us. Our one weak point was our left flank which had a large open field. This forced us to deploy Company B across a creek crossing to watch that field. It was easily defended, but it also meant Company B was out of close contact and if we needed them to our front they would have to run across the creek and up the ridge to our aid. I guess this is why Company B soon became known as the Foot Cavalry.

Saturday mornings attack found Company B watching our left across the creek, Company A to our right watching the field on our right flank and our Company, Company C, at the center. We could not tell what the Confederates numbers were due to the darkness. We could tell that you seemed to be leap-frogging along our front to find a weak point. I split our company into independent, supported platoons. We moved all over that ridge in the dark to make ourselves appear like multiple companies. There was no sense in moving off that ridge as to move towards your line in the woods would have been suicide.It also appeared that one of the Confederate companies even fired into a squad of your own men who were guarding their flank. We pushed some but we quickly could see that it was becoming a stalemate. Had you pushed with some force in our center, you probably would have driven us back as our left flank company was across the creek and would not have arrived in time to support us.

Saturday afternoons fight worked to our favor. Our ground (that we now knew pretty well) and our interior lines worked to thwart the Confederate assault. I could not see what was happening to our right and left. Our company in the center on our ridge deployed one platoon as skirmishers in the brush to watch your fortress across the ravine. Our 2nd platoon was in reserve. We were forced to shift to our left as the Johnnies began their assault across the ravine and up to our ridge. The timing was bad for the Johnnies. Company B had now moved from their left flank location to our side to support us. At the same time, Company A moved closer to us in support.
Once the Johnnies began assaulting up our ridge, Company A swept down the ravine from my right into your flank. The Confederates did drive in my skirmishers only to be faced with the other platoon masked and waiting at the top of the ridge. The Johnnies look quite disconcerted at the top of the ridge as we fired into them as they tried to reform. Casualties started to rise for them and we also were taking some losses in the melee. We were ready to close the door on the Confederate company and your cavalry barely gave you enough time to escape. They even scooped up a couple of captives from the end of our skirmish line.

Saturday night my company was assigned Guard Mount on the ridge and we carefully guarded the defiles up onto our ridge and watched as the Johnnies built works in the defiles on their side. It was quiet all night. We did have some small patrols who were able to identify many of the posts on the Confederate fortress.

The officers then met to strategize for Sunday morning. We decided to set up a defensive point along a treeline in the open to our rear. We then hoped we could hit you with a company in hopes of drawing you out to this position. My company was used as bait. We moved down a defile off the ridge heading for the Confederate "fortress". The Johnnies did a great job masking their numbers along the banks of that ridge. We had a hard time determing your numbers at any given moment. But I agree with Mr. Corbin's assesment that you had a formidable position. We moved forward into that ravine a few times and faced enfilading fire and many of the Johnnies were in cover.
We had hoped that you would chase us out of the ravine and up to our ridge (which was actually abandoned bythis time). But, it was clear that the Rebs were having no part of it and were not coming out of your fortress, short of flushing us out of the ravine. We could hear Mr. Mitchell giving orders as they rushed to drive us out of the ravine. After taking several casualties we withdrew as the cat was not going to chase the cheese of Company C. I wondered the whole time if the Johnnies thought we were nuts to try and attack your fortress on our own. But, we just wanted to bait you out. It didn't work and forced us to return to our ridge and rethink a new strategy.

Now a new plan was hatched. Company B would make a fast and forced march around the Confederate right, while Company A swung in from the left. Company C had been battered from the earlier baiting and we held you at the center along our ridge. We knew we would need to push when our comrades reached your flanks. With no communications we waited and waited. We finally heard gunfire and attempted to push in the center again. Again we pulled out of the ravine as it was clear you still had not shifted enough men from the front. Finally from our position we could see the Johnnies far to your rear firing AWAY from us. This signaled us to attack. We again drove down the defile to our left and up into your fortress. By this time there was little to no opposition as the Johnnies were forced to cover their flanks. We captured a wagon and a few guards, but continued our push. Now we could see our Company A in the field and with a small push thru the enemy camp we were able to link up with their left. We could hear Company B on our left firing. The Critters charged forward and with that we made one big final push and tightened the noose on the enemy. Finally it was over and we had won the day. I believe my company paid the price for that ground as we had lost nearly half our company thru the Sunday fighting.

My compliments to the Confederates and their commanders for making this one of the most interesteing and enjoyable tactical battles I have been part of. You had us having to think and rethink our tactics. I saw everyone react in a realistic manner with casualties and reacting in a realistic manner. If a position could not be taken (which was clear in most cases), the attacker would withdraw, take hits, etc.

I really enjoyed sitting down at the map with the other officers as we strategized. It really was a period moment for me us to have truly strategize and consider terrain, numbers, interior lines, anchor points, retreat and advance routes, etc. Thanks to Col. Sorchy, Skip Owens, Andrew Jerram, Ox, Steve Ewing, Dave Gerrow, Don Smith and Coley Adair for the great work at the tactical sessions. Thanks to Mr, Ewing for being so swift with his company and arriving at the nick of time. Thanks to the Critters for being our eyes all weekend and getting intel to us in a timely manner.

Thanks to all the men of Consolidated Company C made up of the SCAR and Hardcase Boys. You men did a SUPERB job and you are top rate soldiers! We were lucky to have quite a wealth of experience in our NCO ranks with Joe Smotherman, Rob Murray, Chris Hendersen, Preston Todd, Ross Lameroux, Sean Cooper, Troy Groves, Hal Merrit, Greg Deese and Randy Hix. Liet. Arnold and I have been friends for some time and we always work well together and we tag teamed quite well at this event in using our platoons to full advantage.

I also loved the motto of the 89th Illinois:
"Suckers to the Front!"
"CLEAR THE RAILS!!!"

Regards,
Jim Butler
(Capt. Co. C, 89th Illinois)

[Rebel Yell1863]

I wanted to chime in on this as well. I had a great time!!!:D Events like this is why I reenact. Also, I liked meeting some of the people that are here on the AC. It's nice to put a face to a name. Especially people I respect and admire...

[Ken Cornett]

First I want to thank Art for allowing Steve Ewing and myself to initially form a fourth federal company last winter. Yeah, I know some consolidation did occur, but it didn't effect the outcome of the event. What seemed so real to me was the fact that our company was so very much alone on the left. We saw an occasional Critter come through our camp, but not once did we see anyone else from another Fed company at any time except during battle. I never realized that the Command camp was just at the end of our road until late Saturday afternoon. We seemed so far away, yet we supported so well.

Yes Jim, we should have been known as the Foot Cavalry. I don't know how many football fields we had to march over before we got to you all, but we did it. I am very proud of our company for being physically fit. Well, at least I thought they were. We did have our share of aches and pains, turned and twisted ankles and headaches, but that is part of soldiering. Mind over matter was in place.

Steve Ewing...you da man! Your high energey octane made us successful. At first when Joe, ET, and I asked you to be Captain, we thought we were taking a risk. But now we know better. I truly enjoyed being your Orderly. A monsterous thanks Joe Liechty, Matt Rector, and Jim Moffet for being my sergeants, and to Eric Tipton, Steve Spohn, Kris Coble and Micah Trent for being my corporals. I didn't have to worry about a single thing this event. You made my job too easy.

To my Mess No.1 mates and Tar Water pards, your long time experience made it enjoyable. To you Liberty Rifle boys, you were absolutely amazing. It was great to see such young lads as yourselves want to do it right. You're tops in my book and look forward to working with you again. Thanks for best tasting "dinner" I've ever had in the field! And lastly, thanks to the two 30th OVI boys John and Bernie for coming out and "trying" one of these events. I know it's different than what your use to, but I hope you enjoyed it.

Thank you Company B. Might I see many of you in Nashville in a month or so?

[Federal Bummer]

I wish there were words to say how proud I am of Company B. No organiztion can be worth anything, if the metal of the men in it is not strong. Evan Zimmerman, Ken Cornet, The Peacock/Dutchman (Joe Liechty), Matt Rector, our left guide/drafted Sgt Jim Moffet all did great job! Cpls: Trent, Koble, Tipton and Spohn you were tits! The men in the ranks were nothing short of superb! Like I said before, the only regret I have is I was not with you in the ranks themselves. I actually missed my heavy a** musket the entire weekend.

Thank you to the event staff and the entire WIG for a great event, which is just one of many since I have come the be in the organization. You all do a bully job everytime.

"Clear the Rails, Company B is Here"

Your pard, back in the good old Kentucky"

[paulcalloway]

We did have some small patrols who were able to identify many of the posts on the Confederate fortress.

Is that what we're calling it now ... a patrol? Does that mean Mark and I aren't going to get court-martialed now?

I actually missed my heavy a** musket the entire weekend.

I think it missed you too Steve, seeing as Mark spent part of Friday night throwing it repeatedly on the ground.

Your pard, back in the good old KY

There's a joke in there somewhere.

[Federal Bummer]

Heck Paul I've been in Savannah, GA for two years. An while I loved every minute of it, there is no place like one's own home area.

On this note, and a complete tangent from Outpost, I would like to thank the Armory Guards for the home they have given me while in their neck of the woods.

[GWHall]

I enjoyed the event. Outpost duty after dark never seems fun at the time, but I always feel good about it in hindsight. Even though I was corporal of the guard, I was assigned to a post. The sergeant of the guard came through on one of his rounds at about 9 PM. Shortly after that, when I saw a group coming up from our camp, I was prepared to challenge one of our company officers. Only after the challenge was completed did I discover it was the Lt. Col. I was certainly glad that exchange was handled well.

Enjoyed the actions during the day on saturday and on sunday. The pre-dawn saturday action didn't do much for me. And, as always, it was good to see friends from all over the country again.

I had never been to Rippavilla before, it's a shame what is going to happen to the land we used.

The civilians at the cabin looked top notch. They certainly must have had their fill of staff camped at their home, cavalry nearby, and a constant stream of infantrymen on water details coming to their "well."

Jason Reinholz came up with the idea to circulate the petition to appeal back to Springfield. Riley Ewen and I walked with him from camp to camp to gather signatures. The final count was 63, I believe. Everyone we encountered who was awake signed it, privates, NCOs, officers, and battalion staff. The Lt. Col also signed it, promised to have the Adjutant transcribe it and forward it on.

Thanks to everybody in the WIG who helped organize the operations and logistics. Thanks to everybody from all over the place who helped recruit and run the companies on both sides. There were lots of great folks in those fields and woods, and I think the event turned out pretty well.

[hpotter]

Gentlemen, fantastic weekend!! So many experiences that I only read about were experienced this weekend.
- Trying to sleep, but just a bit too cold.
-Being dawg tired and then ordered to go another round.
-Being sick and trying to fight it off.
-Wondering if every little noise or movement at night is the enemy while on picket duty.

My hats off to the boys in gray. That third attack on Sat morning caught me off guard. This was really a hold your line and probe the weak spots type of event. As always, the WIG's came through. I was rather upset that i was not able to stay til Sunday morning. I had developed a fever since Friday and it caught up to me Sat. night. Company Q and a hospital in Nashville wasn't too bad. I look forward to another event with you guys. The civilians were a great touch to the scenerio as well.

[C.R. Henderson]

One of the things that made this event the most real for me was the look on Elizabeth's face as I came out of the cabin with a hand full of tomato and carrots sticking out of my haversack. The look was one of pure disgust and hatred for everything Federal and the knowing that nothing could be done to stop it.
On a side note, the tomato made a fine breakfast for my brother and myself and the rest made a wonderful stew Saturday night between guard rotations.

[markmason]

Is that what we're calling it now ... a patrol? Does that mean Mark and I aren't going to get court-martialed now?



A patrol indeed :wink_smil

Steve, I only tossed it once and throw it twice but then I only had it for a couple of hours..not bad heh? :sarcastic

You guys in Co. B were fantastic..Steve, you and your NCO's did an excellent job! Hats off to all!

To be real honest I was about burned out again and this event has recharged me !!

looking forward to next year !

[SCTiger]

I won't write a period AAR of the event, since most of the key events have been covered. I will cover the highlights and some of my personal observations.

Kudos to the few sutlers that did show up on Friday, I was able to purchase a pair of knit half-gloves and candles and some other sundry items from Chris Utley.

Met Justin Runyon and registered, which was easy, then proceeded to the Federal staging area, had to reintroduce or re-orient myself with people that I have never seen, and people I haven't seen in years or months. Too bad those soldiers didn't wear name tags back then. Also none of us look like our online avatars, we may need to update those.

My company, Jim Butlers Alphabet Soup company, of B,C, D. was well organized and I was glad to have many of the NCO's and officers form BGR in our ranks. It was good to see Tim Arnold again, this time as a somewhat confident Lieutenant. A role I am sure he will reprise at some point.

The battles were frustrating., agonizing, sometimes boring and you did not know what the hell was going on, in other words they were excellent.

In regards to rations, we were ready to cook even if it was only 30 minutes, our company was really motivated to build fires and everyone pitched in on gathering the wood, there was no "wood detail" we had plenty of men scrounging the countryside for fuel. The ration issue was just right for me, not too much, I mostly ate crackers on the march and on the battlefield, I am not a fan of eating cold meat or raw vegetables, although many did this.

At one point I asked for some milk from Silvana, but the Cavalry had broke her pitcher of milk earlier and for that she had called them "animals." I was going to respond, "I am not an animal, I am a Union Cavalryman", however; this was a modernistic reference to the "Elephant Man" which would have incited a whole slew of bad jokes, so I bit my tongue and chuckled. Silvana gave me a small amount of canned milk flater, I had a tin of oysters, an Onion and a small amount of salt. I made a great Oyster stew and took it with me to guard duty, It was my only hot meal of the day.

Later during guard mount, I went near the Confederate lines around 9:15 looking for a Johnny to talk and trade with . I got within 30 feet of a fire with a large group of Confederates, I stayed for about five minutes and left back to my lines. They were close. Also I didn't want to get captured again. Some of those Confeds owed me some payback from BGR.

I appreciated the Far West people like Troy Groves that flew out to the event, I have flown from Nevada before and it's a take more planning, money and coordinating to fly to an event. We owe the people on the other side of the Mississippi a visit in the next two years. Perhaps California or New Mexico?

What can we sustain from Outpost?

Organization and respect for military rank. I didn't witness any personality conflicts or Alpha Dog takeovers in Company BCD, everyone actually got along better in the field than we do online. Orders were accepted and obeyed. Our leaders did a fine job of issuing clear orders and respecting the needs of their men.

First person on the field and during battle. Although there was a couple of bad cat calls, however; most took the tactical elements of the battle seriously and we were into the battle, we actually ducked during rifle fire and sought cover as if real bullets were flying around, we sustained our military bearing and the privates didn't try to issue orders. The battles was exhausting and we dreaded the conflicts.

Guard Mount and military routine. Guard mount was the best I have ever seen and I felt no concern about the enemy sneaking up during the night. One man was caught without giving a challenge, perhaps napping and was swiftly put on report and dealt with. Our military routine was appropriate for our situation, we did not engage in "parade" or "knapsack inspection", I felt that such garrison or camp routines would have been dangerous in the field. It didn't happen.

Uniforms and types of kits. I didn't notice anything, which is great, because the gear actually became invisible and we were able to concentrate on the event. There was no lengthy discussion on gear or sutler talk, a man might ask where he got a particular piece of clothing and he would give a period response about a quartermaster or a particular sutler. We really Got Beyond the Gear (GBTG) on this one. Bravo.

Alright now the "need improvement" and I couldn't let an AAR slide without a few minuses, I apply this to myself and many others.

Physical fitness: Some of us older guys need to hit the gym. I gained 20 pounds since BGR and beyond the impression aspects, it's good for our health and ability to operate safely on the field. I name this as our number one problem in reenacting the ACW soldier, we may be in better health, but we do not possess their stamina, waistline or physical strength. We can't do much about old age or gray hair, but losing a few pounds and walking a few minutes a day will help.

First person: We do well when we are busy soldiers. When we are bored, we run out of steam, typically around the campfire. This a topic for another thread but, I have an idea on developing trans-unit personalities that we can use as alter egos. We really need to rethink the whole first person model. It provides a great internal experience, but it has a severe "who the hell are you?" flaw. There are the three personalities to deal with, in person, online and the ever changing first person. To often we relate to each other as our internet personalities and in fact, it's hard to disassociate ourselves from who we are online. The people that never post online or have any internet presence are not as type-casted and the first person is easier. They are only schitzoid in two ways and if we don't know them as modern people , even better. I will bring this up again in another thread, so don't drag it out here. We need to know each other in better ways, and not just as "that guy from the AC forum" or some other website.

Knowledge of drill and civilian culture. Drill is the big one and I am by no means a drill master, but I would like to see a series of events use the same drill manual with the same interpretation and someone designated asd the "Go-to" person with regards to what when we need to learn. Again this another thread for the future.

Civilian interaction: I don't know if we are still stuck in "Hollywood" mode on this one. What would really happen if a small group of Tennessee civilians in the woods were met by a large Union force? What did the historical records say? I will confess that I have not read up enough on this and my own personal interactions with the "other side" often feels stilted and artificial. My theory, if we could improve this aspect, then we would probably want more citizen encounters. I am not being critical of the citizens, I am just wondering if we are doing it right on the military side. It's a lot to deal with when you meet them and it' presents a bigger first person challenge.


In closing, I would like to thank the Western Independent Grays, and anyone that worked behind the scenes for this event. I had a lot of fun and learned much form this. I also want to thank all the "first timers' that came out for this Ebufu. I appreciate people ;ike Brian McGarrahan and any of the new folks that took up the challenge. It was great to see everyone again.

[Mike Nickerson]

. ....At one point I asked for some milk from Silvana, but the Cavalry had broke her pitcher of milk earlier and for that she had called them "animals." ....

Just for the record, that was a detachment of Federal Infantry that did the dirty deed to the pitcher, while filling their canteens.

As for my perspective as a "Critter" Trooper, I thought it was the best campaign event (of the 4 I have attended). I feel our comrades in the Federal Infantry did a "stand-up" job and the Confederate Infantry and Cavalry were first rate opponents.

I had an outstanding weekend, well worth the 13 hour drive @ 11 mpg, with diesel @ $3+ :)

Mike Nickerson

[C.R. Henderson]

Here's my diary entries from the period of October 26 - 28 as a Sgt. in C co. 89th Ill.

Hope you enjoy. Clear the Tracks!!!

"October 26

We have found ourselves in a field this evening. The moon is so bright that I need not to sit by candle light to rite. There is talk that we might be moving out in a couple of hours and not to get too comfortable now. I dispensed the rations to our company not long ago and the do not look too bad- onion, potatoe, beef, and hardcrackers. I saw a falling star.

We moved about a half mile down the road where we halted next to a tree line, opened ranks, and slept on our arms. I say slept- many men were snoring within minutes.

October 27

After three hours sleep we marched through a field, woods, a crik, passed a cabin and into another field. It is still dark now.

We were engaged in the dark for about two hours near the cabin with the secesh ladies. They do not like us at all and one of them glared at me as I walked away with food. I ate a tomatoe for breakfast and shared it with my brother. It did not rain today but everything is wet from the heavy dew. We are cold but have each other.

Engaged now. Many rebs. Hot fight. Might have lost B company to reb cavalrey.

B company showed back up- no worries.

I got knocked out cold during our last engagement. Though I am alright now, I know it knocked me out for a couple of hours. I recovered in a harvested cornfield with my company. I ate some, smoked some, and had a cup of coffee. There are hundreds of little butterflies fluttering about- little yellow ones with black on the edges of their wings. I want badly to rite home or even be home and sit in my chair in front of a fire with my pipe and a good cup of tea. Everyday I remember less and less the reasons we fight in this asinine war. We should be working now and not chasing ruffians around the countryside trying to force our governments will up on them. I have thought of joining their cause- although I don’t think I will. I only hope I’m not shooting at my kin form Tennessee. I wonder if Richard has joined the fight on the other side- can’t blame him. Perhaps he is in the east fighting with Bobby Lee.

Went on guard this afternoon and got a newspaper from Nashville. One of the privates did some trading with one of the rebs. Excitement and tention came toward the end of my shift when two Confederate officers and one big ole reb with a shotgun advanced wishing to parlay with Col. Sorchy. I was the Sgt. of the guard. We were fired on while returning to our lines. Terrible shots those rebs!

We were engaged for a bit.


October 28

We started guard rotations again on the picket line. My rotation is to mount from 12a to 2a. I pray for a quiet night. Our supper was a stew of beef, onions, potatoes, sweet potatoe, rice, greens, and salt. Very satisfying! Cpl. Deese procured some cigars this evening.

Guard duty was quiet.

We awoke long before sunrise just to wait to move. We probed the reb right to find that they had little ammunition. We had a hot fight for a while untill I got winged and went down. I stayed down a while- long enough to collect myself. I found Sgt. Todd and he helped me up. I came upon Pvt. Legg who had got himself a johnny prisoner. We got two more but were surprised from the rear by three other johnnys from behind. We came to a truce and after a little food trading went back to our lines. (we got sausage and some kind of disgusting cornmeal cracker which was a less palatable cousin of hardtack) We found our lines. "

[Ross L. Lamoreaux]

I've been reading the perspectives from both sides with great interest, and its been good to fill in between the lines for the "big picture" that a lowly enlisted man would not have known in his little world. I've got to add to the story of the bringing of Cpt Landrum's affects to his widow. It was without a doubt one of the deeper events I've seen at an event, and I'm pretty jaded when it comes to first person stuff. I was asked by young Master Jerram our adjutant to escort him over to the CS side to try to make arrangements to exchange prisoners. Walking through lines with a white flag was interesting, and we were ably stopped by the CS pickets and halted until someone with some authority came out. We worked out some details of things and then we were approached by Sgt Hicks about returning the personal affects of a CS officer to his kin who were known to be behind the Union lines. Of course not wanting any CS staff to see the Union setup, he was told that we couldn't let him go back there, but would be happy to bring the young lady to meet them. As he expertly declared to the Fed officers, breaking the news to her should be done in a better setting with family support, so of course he and Mr. Craddock were allowed to go about the grim task. With several officers and Pvt Joe Blunt and myself as guards, they were relieved of sidearms and brought through to the cabin. As a lowly Fed guard with a rifle and bayonet, I stayed outside within earshot to make sure nothing wicked was being planned, but within seconds I found myself forgetting anything modern and was transplanted to October 1862 as Mr Hicks and Mr Craddock comforted the widow and family, told them of what occured with the death of Cpt Landrum, and returned his affects. I found myself taking off my hat in reverence, thinking to myself how horrid it would be to have to do that task of breaking the news to the family. I went back around to the front of the cabin to escort them back across lines and I will never forget looking at real tears and puffy eyes from Mr Hicks and Mr Craddock, and I really believed what I just saw and heard, knowing full well it was a first person scenario and not reality. It was an absolutely sobering, incredible moment for me as a person, a Union soldier, and father. Thank you very much Brian and Pat for that moment in time. I know it was meant to be for you guys, but you deeply affected this bystander with your actions. I didn't want to ruin the magic by speaking to you directly as we escorted you back to your lines, as I wouldn't have done this as a Yankee soldier, but it was really powerful thinking back on what had just occured.

[Cleaveland]

liz, thank you all for your 'grudging' hospitality, that picture you attached is really nice except for one thing, I don't see any sign of the critter infestation you all seemed to have.. Thank you all again for quite a memorable weekend.

John Cleaveland
Critter Co

[MercyAngel62]

Oh, how could I forget. :D It was funny how you guys managed to park your horses conveniently between us at the cabin and our outhouse.... ha

[CSARebel54]

I It was also a real moment when myself , 3 pards from the company, and QM Kiev T., after going to help out Co. F, stumbled upon an entire fed company in the thickets. We observed the bugler about to take a leak and decided to take some prisoners. We called for their surrender because we were too close to fire. We would have had to aim completly stright up to be safe. Everyone one of them looked like they had been slapped by their mommas and of course none surrendered. I guess their pride couldn't take being nearly captured ( by all rights they were) , then completely run off with out even putting up a fight, by four men with a hand full a rounds. Bully to Kiev and my 3 pards !
That I definitely enjoyed. Just the look on their faces was priceless and that we scared away an entire company and would not let them gain any ground on us. Once we were hard pressed and had to fall back I then got a glimpse of what my comrades had gone through. I realized that Co. A was getting pushed back and was being threatened by a smaller fed company at the rear. The five of us helped hold the fed company at bay until we could fall in with Co. A and we proceeded to push them further back. It was definitely fun guys and an event I definitely will not forget. Will be looking forward to May and falling in with members of the Armory Guards and others at Picketts Mill.

[Pvt Schnapps]

I've read the after action reports so far -- it sounds like everyone had a good time and had ample opportunity for immersion experiences.

Being of a clerical bent, I have a few additional questions, which I wonder if someone on staff could address.

How many registered for the various units, and how many of those attended?

What did the morning reports show for Saturday and Sunday?

If either side issued ammunition or rations, how did that work out? Did you use period forms and procedures or something tailored for the event?

Did specific rules of engagement exist to cover the tactical encounters? Did the event use OCs or umpires? If so, how many? If not, how did the units engaged determine the outcome of different engagements?

Did the commands have specific objectives to accomplish and, if so, how well did each perform? Who decided whether or not the objectives of the exercise were accomplished?

How closely did the event reflect an actual encounter?

Apart from that, I would appreciate hearing about anything related to paperwork under field conditions.

Thanks!

[coastaltrash]

Michael,
Those questions could have been answered if you registered and personally attended. Rations were issued on both sides in the typical manors. Maybe Hicks or Runyon could comment further, but if you weren't there, any explanations like that are for personal research and serve no real purpose for the organizers or people who attended.

[Csayankee]

I would like to thank all of the men of Company D and the Officers for making my first WIG event one to remember. I am already looking forward to another event in the future. To me the best part was Friday Night / Saturday Morning Battle, communicating with pickets for coffee and Sunday's flanking move by the Federals. As someone already said it is good to put a face with a name.

[BenjaminLDavis]

Here's a few, more to follow ~

[bAcK88]

I've been sick all day in class, so this must have been a good event. I'm jaded now so please excuse the list.

The Good:
The road trip out and back.

Serving in a helluva company (Company D!!)

Saturday morning engagement in which we stumbled onto a Federal company in which I literally fell on my butt from the surprise.

Milling about behind the Federal lines Sunday morning trying to find our way back to the company.

Getting a hug from Jordan Ricketts.

The Bad:
Not having permanent platoons and sections.

Missing the last two games of the World Series. GO SOX!!!

John Lennon,
Member of the Lost Canteen detail

[Greg Barnett]

Journal notes from the weekend...

--October 26—

Arrived in the field just before sunset. Just enough light to find familiar faces of the 20th Tenn Company A and report to the Sgt Major my fitness for duty. Most everyone talked and caught up, since we were so close to home. My thoughts are of Riley and how not knowing his whereabouts disturbs me so. I already miss the wife and kids and wonder if they are all right.

We fell in and roll was called, many men had not made it back and I wondered where they were. Rations were issued. One sweet potato, cup of parched corn, onion, handful of coffee, goobers, three crackers, one sausage and new pork belly.

We had a little more time to mill about. We saw a great, green falling star. I have never seen one like it before.

We marched out. The ground was heavy with dew and soft from the rain earlier this week. The air was cool and the sky was clearing. Cold tonight. We marched about a ¼ of a mile and fell out as the guard company. Platoon 1 first post and platoon 2 as grand guard. I guess it is midnight. Two hours before my post. We were allowed to build cook fires. Our placement is a low spot near a creek almost bog like. Very little firewood and none dry. No time for sleep only cook and write. I fried my pork and fried an egg I had secured yesterday. My post is next two hours around two.


--October 27—


It’s around noon now and I am on post again. Post duty last night was cold and tiresome. It was all I could do to stay on my feet. No activity during my post and I could not wait to sleep. I did have time to think of my warm bed and my wife. We returned to camp I guess around 4 and I prepared for bed. My feet were soaked and I put on dry socks and lay down. Sleeping was no problem. We were awakened by gunfire no sooner than I had fell asleep. We got up and tried to secure our area. I did not know where our other two companies had been last night.
We fell in and headed off in pursuit of an unseen enemy. My feet are wet again, this time much worse. I am sleep walking it seems and I jammed my back getting up. We engaged the enemy after moving what seemed a ½ mile. We fired across a field into shadows throwing fire at us. We moved up and fell back a few times, before leaving the field and reforming. It is now light.
I am not sure how we got to out present position. It seems it is noon, but I think it is about seven in the morn. The Lt Col put me and Hoke to guard a Billy Co D had captured. He is from Lincoln’s land, Illinois and had on cuffs. A nice fellow and educated. He and Hoke carried on about politics and debated slavery and state’s rights. I told him my family had no slaves. An engagement erupted and I could only hear the fight. It sounded like a good one. I could hear our boys yell. I wanted to be there, but I was not getting shot at. A yank corporal was brought in next and then two more boys cuffed together. That was an odd and delightful sight.

All is quiet on my post now. They say there is a cease-fire until a prisoner exchange can be made. We neither gained position nor lost position today. I wonder what tonight will bring. It got hot today.


--October 28—

Yesterday afternoon and evening was quiet. I finally slept a few times between rotations. We posted guard again and rotations began. I drew firewood detail and pulled down some dead trees. First platoon built abatis and blocked a few cuts to our position. We were off and on 2 hour post. The first night duty was warm. We had cloud cover. Little movement on the ridge. I slept between posts. Boiled an egg for dinner around midnight. Second post was cold and I had trouble staying on my feet. Very tired. I thought of home and a soft bed and wife again. I kept waiting for some advance. The third duty was toughest. Just after post, I guess around five or six, shots were fired.
Federals made two advances toward our works and took them down. We drove them back and rebuilt them each time. One yank yelled "nice works reb" The cavalry helped us out. The third push by the Federals drove us out of our position and we found a small group on our rear and we pushed them. Lt Coats took a shot, I guess in the face, at close range. We got those boys out of the trees and pushed them across a field. That company put it on us hot, but surrendered; I am told, to Sgt Mitchell.

[Kiev Thomason]

Heck Paul I've been in Savannah, GA for two years. An while I loved every minute of it, there is no place like one's own home area.

On this note, and a complete tangent from Outpost, I would like to thank the Armory Guards for the home they have given me while in their neck of the woods.

Ya know we love our Scuba Steve .....XoXo :wink_smil

[Pvt Schnapps]

Michael,
Those questions could have been answered if you registered and personally attended. Rations were issued on both sides in the typical manors. Maybe Hicks or Runyon could comment further, but if you weren't there, any explanations like that are for personal research and serve no real purpose for the organizers or people who attended.

Patrick, depending on my role, I would not necessarily have those answers even if I'd attended. As a soldier in the ranks I would not have expected to know what got reported to the adjutant or how the ACS handled their paperwork.

The questions still have value to the extent that they can obtain a description of what actually happened from an organizational perspective. This in turn would ensure that, beyond the good feelings, we could all draw lessons of value for future events.

In my own after action reports I go to some lengths -- probably excessive to some -- to present details concerning such items as morning report totals and the way in which rations get issued.

For example, only in the last year or so did I learn that the Form 13 generally got filled out in duplicate, and why. That sort of thing can be helpful -- the morning reports have helped me discover that pre-event attrition for several events has run around 33%. Trying to follow period procedures on ration issues has taught me about some of the difficulties attending that process in the field.

Anything I learn eventually feeds into the research that I post for free on this site, and distribute to other folks with a geeky interest in civil war administration. So it's not entirely for me, but for anyone with an interest.

I don't know if this would enrich the experience of the organizers or the folks who attended Outpost. It might, if they believed that what they accomplished could be of value to others, even those who didn't attend.

I apologize for any offense given in asking these questions, and hope that someone in a position to know might still consider answering them. Thanks.

[Terry Sorchy]

Michael,
All morning reports were turned in by the Sgts in the morning. All Guards and pickett forms were distributed and turned in after there duties were complete. After action were had all ammunition expended reports were turned in. Our Adjutant was kept busy, he even composed a letter to the governor telling him of our displeasure of not being let to vote in the state elections as well as a list of petitioners. A Consolidated morning report was made also. Rations that were issued out were logged on the subsistence report. All of which were done by my adjutant on a brand new field desk and table supplied by the premier wood artist, Mr. Chris Henderson. Everything was done very much like the book with few exceptions, save what I felt needed to be modified for use in the presence of the enemy.
Communication was done by bugle calls.
Cavalry was doing the jobs that the cavalry actually did and our topographical engineer mapped the entire area and made updates.
Patrols were run all day and night.
Objectives were not given to both sides, in the war they were'nt either. Objectives were given by the battalion and company comanders and ALL were met.
In all my years this is was one of the most proffesional battalions I have ever had the privillage to be a part of.
It was a Very realistic event.
As realistic as we in the 21st century could make it.
Wish you could have made it.
Cheers
Terry Sorchy
General Battalion AAR to follow when I regain my sanity.

[Charles Heath]

Apart from that, I would appreciate hearing about anything related to paperwork under field conditions.

I filled out some paperwork, and was delighted to have the opportunity to do so.

It was dark at the time, so I didn't see if the form was a CS or US production, but upon removing said paperwork from my cartridge box implement pouch I proceeded to crumple it slowly several times to break the fibers and make it more pliable during actual use, and gently tore it in half in case two applications were necessary. After filling out both halves of the form in the usual manner, and being quite satisfied with the volume, conistency, bouquet, and generally smooth flow of the results, I filed it in the pile of leaves covering said movement, and rejoined the spoon line for a good nap. I regret not being able to see any undigested corn in the mix, but that can be attributed to the general lack of sunlight during the hours of darkness.

The next day, I replaced the form with a cartridge bundle wrapper, so as to be fully prepared for the next exciting opportunity to fill out some paperwork.

[Matt Woodburn]

Ok Michael, I'll bite and maybe we can then move on.

Speaking for Co. D, 20th Tenn only:

54 registered, 44 showed.

Rations were issued by the number of men registered, so food for 54.

We drew our rations from the Rgmt. QM Sgt. via a detail I assigned to one of the section sgts. This I noted in my book.

While the detail was dividing the rations for issuing, I was told we only had 30 crackers. I stepped in to supervise and counted 92 crackers. The man who had counted them then told me he was not a very good counter. He was assigned to another duty.

We had unissued rations that were returned to the QM Sgt. No ration return paperwork was filled out.

Morning reports were filled out and turned into the adjutant by 8 am except on Sunday when we were being run down by Critters. I did inform the adjutant that my report would be late.

I did not turn in any rounds expended forms.

The sun set at about 6pm and rose at about 6am. I used the "look at sky and time piece" method to determine this. No form or almanac was used.

I called roll of our company three times per day. All names were written in my roll book and noted present or on what duty. All details by section were recorded by me to insure that all sections were equally pulling their weight. Further no man in Co. D grumbled or hesitated to perform a detail.

After the event all my rations shot out my hindside with great velocity. I completed the necessary paperwork.

[Charles Heath]

I did inform the adjutant that my report would be late.

That brief conversation alone was worth the price of admission. :D

[Shotgun Messiah]

Mercy ,where to start?
First off I would like to thank the organizers of the event ,Western Independent Greys. A first rate job, handled with professionalism and pride. Never had so much fun.
I wish to thank all of Company F , Capt Aufmuth, Lt Kuptsch, and "Fist" Sgt Comer, no finer officers could you have.You gathered all of us Trans Mississippians to form a small but fiesty Band, we few we merry few...I will always remember St. Crispins Day ,forever!

The Morning predawn fight was something, alot of powder burned away, never knew if I drop a single yank, but I knew the fire from there side played effect as comrades around me dropped away with wounds or muttering the last thoughts of home, soon we wandered down to the where we would spend the remainder of the day, Center of the line in the Valley .
Taking up sentry positions in the " briar patch". I spent the bulk of the morning observing the union positions. As the battle started to heat up Our Company was tapped to charge the bluffs and take the higher ground from the Yanks, We did with zeal and surprised them I think with our audacity(stupidity) which
was stalled and retreated for another go.{ on side note,I missed this first charge as I had spent the whole of the morn in the briar patch and my coots were in dissray so I rebundled up my goodies just to see the boys streamin back from the charge}
So feelin sad and lonely when they gathered for another charge I fell in though my box were near empty of cartidges. A stirring moment as the whistle was blown it seemed all hell broke loose as every yankee gun fired at us, blowing across the valley we pushed up the bluff, I noticed the yankee company on our left as we passed them and made for the high ground, I stepped out on the flat plateau to see another bewildered company ( again I think we caught them by surprise by audacity)on my left I fired a round off at them and reloaded, only to hear my Lieutenant scream to refuse the flank and form a line here..on racing back to my second platoon position I saw the horde of blue( the first company we passed ) rolling up our flank. Sending out a round at them, I reached to reload, They began to call out to surrender, I reached for my rounds to find no Caps, I was mortified!!!My second sgt went down with a leg wound and the others broke, I didn't see them as I did my best remember the Alamo impression By standing over my fallen Sgt with gunbutt swinging only to be surrounded by several yanks with barrels as big as cannons pointing at me.
Four of us surrendered there, to be forced off to the yank rear. While carrying our sergant off the field Our company and company D made a charge on the yankee line with support from the Ranger cavaly, it started rolling them up when a second yankee line emerged to back them up, for a brief moment I thought we were saved , but it was for naught.
The Yanks forced us to the small farm cabin they had occupied and were abusing the owners and a young rebel soldier they had hog-tied to a tree, I thought this was our fate as well,but stripping us of gear they gathered us in a pile near asmall stream and a lonely grave.
There we were probed for details and any knowledge we would give up, The Yank Colonel was kindly when we started talkin about where we were from but when I told the other to shut up he turned all surly and mention us going to Illinois where he was from and when we gained better manners we would talk further.
I will never forget the moment when Sgt Maj Hicks and Maj Craddock came into the camp with long stern faces, at first I thought it was a exchange or they had been captured, But I noticed the bundle they carried. They turned towards the cabin where the womenfolk sat, one arose and began to swell up in tears, I knew some brave Officer had fallen and these fine men were giving up his belongings to his widow, I was struck with sadness to say the least, we were far enough away to not hear a thing but the vision I saw struck like thunder to me.
I would like to thank the wonderful civilains at the cabin, for sneakin us a bisquit( torn up quickly by five hungry men) like manna it was. The concern shown by these people the kindness and succor was greatly and deeply heartfelt to me. I can never repay the kindness shown to us.
After one of my fellow prisoners managed to get a note smuggled to the women folk they brought us some of the old hen and cabbage that we watched them stew up. Marvolus fare to say the least, even a piece of pork in case we were shipped away soon.
For the price of this delivery one cocky Corporal, figured he would line his pockets with my pards haversack, taking his pipe and a Bottle of " shine" from us. Upon swigging a big dose full he returned the white vinegar to its rightful owners only to the peals of laughter of his prisoners, the look on his face was priceless, But he still delivered the note.

Late in the day we were exchanged and upon returning to our lines I was Cheered from my comrades with "three cheers for Private Fagg". I was never prouder.
Did I have fun?
" Damned skippy"!!

[SGulley]

John Lennon,
Member of the Lost Canteen detail

That was the most awkward of events during the entire weekend. Just glad we finally got our boys some water, albeit after the fact.

Ringo,
also a member of the Lost Canteen detail.

[ryanbmm]

I am so jelous! wish i could hve made it down with you boys!

[DougCooper]

A note on the little things:

Rations on the fed side were perfect...meaning "not voluminous" - and tasked the soldiers with making them last for two days. In Company A we ate everything, even the ubiquitous onion and ALL the potatoes. Not even a coffee bean made it home with me. All worked together and all shared equally. Rod Miller made a fantastic potato stew that reminded us of the story "Stone Soup". Somehow he got the hardtack to turn into a noodle consistency. For his trouble he was promoted to regimental cook and sent down to HQ to work some magic. He went off rather dejectedly muttering that he really could not cook. Wrong.

The period maps!!!! Don Smith did a superb job here, and it likely gave us a real advantage.

Best ever drink: Tea with condensed milk given to me by our Adjutant for Co A as our second shift went on guard. It was enough to warm those going out and those coming in. Thanks Andrew!!

Noise: We were reminded again how well any noise travels at night. We could distinctly hear most conversations above a whisper from the reb pickets, including the horses in the CS cav. A cough could be heard at 200 yards, ditto cup hitting scabbard, horse whinnies and such. During the day, the rebel yell was not your friend, as it told the other federal companies what was happening out of our vision and we could gauge direction and unit size. You guys never yell when you are going backward, only forward :D

[Pvt Schnapps]

Thanks Mssrs Scorchy and Woodburn for bearing with me. I can understand how the general Battalion report would take awhile and I'm sure it will be worth seeing.

Charles, based on my recent experience, that sort of message directed to certain moderators would draw a warning. But I'm sure you couldn't help yourself.

[LibertyHallVols]

I can't really add much to what's already been said...
I had a great weekend! I realized on my way home that it felt like it had been years since I'd thought about work or anything else. Isn't that what "vacation" is all about?

I would like to thank all the gentlemen of Company "D"! From our leader to each private, you all made the weekend for me! The early morning patrol with Lt. Craddock & Co. and the long afternoon on picket duty with Mess'rs Heath, Lewis, & Co. were great. There is no better way to get into the moment than being in a situation that requires your complete attention and you have no idea what to expect.

From anything I have ever read, there is a common thread that connects combat soldiers from the Revolution to present conflicts: Fatigue. Not "fatigue duty", but just being worn out. If there is any truth to this, then I (and many others) had a truly "authentic" experience. I have never before attended an event where an entire battalion flopped on their backs in an open field before dawn on Saturday morning and fallen fast asleep!

By the time I came off of picket duty on 2am Sunday, I was done in! I lay down next to a small fire and closed my eyes. What seemed like moments later, I woke shivering with cold and opened my eyes to see the cold ashes of the fire by which I'd fallen asleep. Evidently, I'd been asleep for more than 3 hours. I later learned that our 2nd Sergeant, Jim Conley, tried to wake me about 20 minutes after I'd gone off duty to ask me about the cavalry riding about out in the dark. He called my name and tried to shake me awake to no avail. I had ZERO recollection of it!

Events like this also provide us a chance to hone our field craft. On the way home, I estimated that I probably wore my knapsack for about 75% of the time I was there. Prior to the event, I scrutinized every item that went into my haversack or knapsack to reduce weight.

My knapsack contained:
A Federal Blanket, gum blanket, writing kit, comb (no comments, please), candle, candlestick, stocking cap, scarf, mittens, extra socks, some rope, housewife, a small tin containing rifle cleaning supplies, a large cup/boiler, and towel.

My haversack contained:
Tin plate, tin cup, knife, fork, spoon, handkerchief, can of "essence", matches, pocket knife, and the key to my van (...and rations, of course!).

As lightly packed as I was, not even all of this stuff was necessary. At one point on Saturday morning, we were instructed to pack up and make sure that nothing was making noise. After 2 tries to find a way to quietly carry my tin cup, I tossed the thing (muttering a few expletives). Jim asked me if I was "just gonna throw my cup away"... I replied "Yep! The @#$* thing is making too much noise". Jim correctly noted that, if I was coming to this conclusion in 2007, surely many soldiers arrived at the same conlusion in 186X.

While there were no real disappointments, I had expected the event to be more of a picket post. As it turned out, it was closer to a tactical. I don't know if this was by circumstance or by design. Whatever the intent, there were plenty of good moments and lots of great folks!

My sincere thanks to all who made this event happen!

I would also like to thank the folks at "Samboli's" Italian restaurant of Spring Hill. They made some awesome calzone's for Calloway, Farley, Gulley, and me before we stepped off for the event. The sucker was 12" long and in the shape of a semi-circle. None of us could finish one... and they were the "small" size! I'm not sure if I'd have made it through the event without that meal! Yum! I was really looking forward to another one on Sunday, only to learn that they were closed. I could've cried!

Thanks, folks!

[Micah Trent]

Hats off to the WIG for an event that none of us will forget!
As part of Scuba Steve's Co. B, I still believe we covered more ground then the Critter's did, especially Sunday's force march that put us behind Confederate lines, on what I believe was their far left. As much noise as we made going though the thickets and brush and crossing the creek, it wasn't a wonder that we didn't get spotted sooner.
The moment that stuck out the most for me was when myself and the boys from the Liberty Rifles were getting ready to releave a group of our pickets when Capt. Ewing comes up and says we have guys missing at post. Ewing takes o