Knowing the b'hoys were told to come with "flat haversacks" and rations would be issued, the b'hoys had just spent a cold, wet night on the boat, a five mile march in the warming weather, and a strenuous battle in the hot, humid sun... imagine our "nightmares of Manassas" type thoughts when we heard those rations had "fallen through."
So we ladies formed a party to go get to the bottom of these rumors and hopefully assure ourselves that our re-enacting brothers were still on their respective feet and not in the EMT crisis tent. We did our best to remain on the outskirts of the camp and go through military camp protocols like finding an officer. Once we had seen that the ration issue had come through as promised and our brothers were still on their feet, we were happy to leave you to your "petticoats" free period moments.
I would like to apologize to the gents who had their period moments ruined by my presence for a short time, and doubly so if some of the food I shared disagreed with you. I would like to thank the officer who took the time to speak with us and make sure we could assure ourselves our re-enacting brothers were well enough.
I am VERY glad the hard work of your ration issue (and camp dressing, logistics planning, and hundreds of little period moment details) came off very well and the b'hoys got to enjoy them. Good work. :-)