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Re: A Walk in the River
Ah, Bummers. One of my fondest reenacting memories. Being with the Georgia Militia, and being so grossly outnumbered (at least in the parking lot) was something this feller will never forget. Two of the Bitter Brothers made this event, and we took everything that was thrown at us. I served with two of the finest officers I've ever met, and I would follow these men into the very gates of hell itself to this day.
One thing that I still have trouble with even now is eating peanuts. When we got up at 4AM to cook our salt pork, my messmate and I discovered that we had one boiler between us and no fry pan. We improvised, using my plate which has tall sides, and we figured would work well. It started out well. About 10 minutes into cooking in pitch blackness, we failed to realize the grease had risen rather high. Suddenly, my plate went up a nuclear explosion, similar in both brightness and heat radiated (to this day it is still scorched a solid, shiny black). As a result, we subsisted on nothing but peanuts from Friday night until Saturday night. Anytime I eat peanuts now, it brings me back.
Still, by far the best part of the event for me was when our small, understrength company charged the main body of the Federal hoard on Sunday......and actually pushed them back. I think they were so surprised, they never realized there were only 13 of us in Company A, 11th Georgia Militia (aka..."The Dirty Baker's Dozen")
Ah, Bummers. One of my fondest reenacting memories. Being with the Georgia Militia, and being so grossly outnumbered (at least in the parking lot) was something this feller will never forget. Two of the Bitter Brothers made this event, and we took everything that was thrown at us. I served with two of the finest officers I've ever met, and I would follow these men into the very gates of hell itself to this day.
One thing that I still have trouble with even now is eating peanuts. When we got up at 4AM to cook our salt pork, my messmate and I discovered that we had one boiler between us and no fry pan. We improvised, using my plate which has tall sides, and we figured would work well. It started out well. About 10 minutes into cooking in pitch blackness, we failed to realize the grease had risen rather high. Suddenly, my plate went up a nuclear explosion, similar in both brightness and heat radiated (to this day it is still scorched a solid, shiny black). As a result, we subsisted on nothing but peanuts from Friday night until Saturday night. Anytime I eat peanuts now, it brings me back.
Still, by far the best part of the event for me was when our small, understrength company charged the main body of the Federal hoard on Sunday......and actually pushed them back. I think they were so surprised, they never realized there were only 13 of us in Company A, 11th Georgia Militia (aka..."The Dirty Baker's Dozen")
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