
Originally Posted by
Strawfoot
I'm probably not qualified to offer a bona fide AAR, as physical problems led me to bail on the battalion early Sunday morning. This was a first for me at an authentic event, but does little to lessen the regret I have for missing the second day of a fantastic adventure, or letting down my mates in Company C.
The most lasting impression I had, and really the most important as well, is one of Matt Woodburn enjoying himself and having fun. With all of the effort and energy he had put into this, I was hoping he woudln't get overwhelmed in the little details once the weekend started. Observing him standing before C Company, addressing the regiment before we shoved off Saturday morning, one could tell that was not the case. He had some difficulties, and I'm not sure if he was choking up, or just trying to choose his words to 400 souls wisely.
Until now, the grandest Federal unit I'd ever been a part of was the AoP at Perryville in 2002. But the Federal regiment at Shiloh last weekend easily dwarfed it in size, demeanor, presentation, and organization. No matter where you turned your head Saturday morning, there was a Federal company going about its business. Cooking breakfast, marching off to get rounds, standing at roll call, it was an awesome feeling to be part of a unit that large. What's more, the regimental staff handled all the logistics very smoothly, from ration issue (albiet Saturday PM), to ammunition, to moving a unit that size amongst several different locations, to the various "surprises" Matt had promised. Well played sir.
High points:
-It was a little macabre to enter the Saturday camp, at the point of exhaustion no less, and see the scattered debris of another regiment left behind. Gear, food, personal letters, all from an Illinois regiment who had fled the field.
-Regimental music as we marched through the Shiloh battlefield. The few spectators who were priviledged to see us march by to a steady drumbeat and fifes got the show of a lifetime. The band also serenaded us that night before lights out.
-Leadership and professionalism. With some missing exceptions, the regiment probably contained the most serious and talented living historians in the hobby. That, in and of itself, was worth the trip as you felt very challenged to be at the top of your game.
-Floating the Tennessee at night and landing at the original Pittsburg Landing, then sleeping next to the rock wall lining the cliff.
-The rations were top notch, as was the whiskey ration.
The Bad:
-Very, very little other than perhaps leaving the road on the march and taking that single file road through the woods to get into the battle. I personally think that may have taken a little out of some of the guys, including myself. It sure couldn't have been fun for the guys toting the colors.
-The three sheet rock crackers they issued to us for chow on Saturday before the march and battle.
The Funny:
-Standing with about 50 other guys at the water distribution point before the Saturday battle, shaking the containers to get the last drops into half empty canteens, while a 1st Sgt from another battalion sauntered up and asked if the organizors could deliver water to his unit on the line...
Lastly, I owe my comrades in Company C a heartfelt apology. Sometimes arrogance can be your own worst enemy, as it was with me when I did not enter this event physically prepared. Hitting the battle line Saturday I was done, my body had shut down. I couldn't hold my rifle at the ready, I couldn't hold my feet steady on the firing line, I was a wreck, and rightfully got called out for doing so by the Comapny C Orderly Sgt. It's ironic that after 12 years of doing this I'm still learning lessons the hard way. But it was grand while it lasted.
Thanks Matt.
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