What it all means
One photo says it all - the picture by Chris Ruffino just above of the battalion standing near the Allen House (period hospital just out of the picture) with the enemy in the background. The monsters were hard at work as we stood there and it was an appalling site, as the moonscape behind you shows. To the right of the photo beyond us (now moonscape) Americans slugged it out toe to toe to capture Chapman's Bayou, the only fresh water source. Chapman's Bayou has been eliminated to the east of LA 175. Soldiers were buried there...
The money is still coming in but this morning I turned over to Gary Joiner, head of the Friends of Mansfield, $9737.28 raised solely by marchers and support crew. A second group of marchers, the 19th LA infantry, have generated several hundred more putting the total well over $10,000. This means we will trigger nearly $20,000 more in matching grants and will buy more than half of the 60 acres we are trying to save via CWPT's appeal. In talking to CWPT this AM, we may have the other half covered via private donations or we are close.
Mike Phineas was right - I was pretty spent as we arrived at Pleasant Hill but perked up with Commander Frank Aufmuth's and organizer Danny McCoslin's heartfelt thank you speeches. Actually Danny just looked at us with a face I will never forget and said Thank You. Getting a chance to then go out on the field under that flag and face the stalwart yanks who showed up or galvanized as a big thank you for their service, was a perfect end to a great weekend. I learned allot about how adrenaline kicked in for soldiers...in fact I learned about soldiers - because I watched them come to life all weekend. We did not want it to end, except perhaps to tend to sore and blistered feet and other march induced ailments.
Impressions - we thought not only about the boys of 1864 but about the boys of RR1 and RR2, some of whom were among us.
Seeing Tom Yearby, 50ish, looking as spry at the end as he did at the beginning, remaining in first person all weekend.
Chad Teasley- volunteering so much for fatigue details we finally had to restrain him.
Don Smith, tearing up as he handed over his beautiful handsewn flag of the 15th TX to Commander Frank Aufmuth during the presentation of the colors...and then seeing the look on Frank's face as he handed it to Color Sgt Stephen Johnston
Patrick Reardon, 50ish Lazy Jack, UK Architect of great renown and the ONLY foreign member of the Museum of the Confederacy's Board of Trustees...straighten up and stand tall as he marched into the field at Pleasant Hill on a sprained ankle that resembled the Queen's Blue-Gray kersey in color. He had walked on it for 8 miles fueled no doubt by what Jeb Stuart's great great grand-son calls Patrick's "southern heart."
Adjutant Tom Wheeley, another Lazy Jack and the quintessential officer and gentleman, reading the resolutions and proclamations from the Government of Texas at Dress Parade.
Mike Phineas and comrade, running at full tilt away in the dark from a pile of abandoned federal rations and QM items we were only too happy to capture at the end of the first day.
Dusty Lind reading a letter from home in perfect first person.
A box from the patriotic ladies of McClennan County Texas full of homespun socks for their "heroic defenders in the field." Never seen men happier to get socks...except maybe when QM Lt Phil Graf and COS Sgt Gary White cracked the crate full of "Stockings, 100 PR. Monroe Depot"
Looking out over the moonlit field at neat rows of sleeping men, with pickets on watch in the background in their ghostly undyed cotton jean jackets and overshirts...and knowing Don Smith was right when he said there had never been a better impression of the TMD CS soldier in 1864.
Watching Frank Marek carry his brother off the field at Pleasant Hill (after the march).
Watching Richard Hale and Dave Turpin, Lazy Jacks and real soldiers of the Queen, naturally pick up the RA "SLR" carry with their Enfields and whistle period marching tunes as we tramped along.
Sgt Major "OX" Johnson bellowing as only a Sgt Major would do to get this form or that detail or (fill in blank) to him "more quickly." Superb impression.
KC MacDonald standing over his volunteered ground sheet now full of just issued greasy salt pork (salt fat) with a "bet the soldiers just loved this" look on his face.
Commander Frank Aufmuth losing the mouthpiece of his bugle to the barely concealed delight of the men.
Forming square...and it really looked like one.
Kris Ruffino, civilian logistics savior (wagon driver, etc) calmly pulling at a tick lodged near her navel after the event. Steve Mitchell, soldier par excellence, promptly dubbed her "hardcore."
Shaking the hands of every one of the men of the color company at the end...and seeing the looks in their eyes.
My 1st Sgt Fred Baker, run the company as if he was born to.
There are many more but one really stands out....Danny McCoslin, bruised and battered with 13 staples in his head (ignored Doctor's orders) marching up ahead in his well used TMD Texas slouch hat, looking for all the world like a day laborer in second hand clothes out for a stroll...but with resolute purpose that inspired us all.
Thank you everyone. More coherent details to follow once I deal with the raffle.
One photo says it all - the picture by Chris Ruffino just above of the battalion standing near the Allen House (period hospital just out of the picture) with the enemy in the background. The monsters were hard at work as we stood there and it was an appalling site, as the moonscape behind you shows. To the right of the photo beyond us (now moonscape) Americans slugged it out toe to toe to capture Chapman's Bayou, the only fresh water source. Chapman's Bayou has been eliminated to the east of LA 175. Soldiers were buried there...
The money is still coming in but this morning I turned over to Gary Joiner, head of the Friends of Mansfield, $9737.28 raised solely by marchers and support crew. A second group of marchers, the 19th LA infantry, have generated several hundred more putting the total well over $10,000. This means we will trigger nearly $20,000 more in matching grants and will buy more than half of the 60 acres we are trying to save via CWPT's appeal. In talking to CWPT this AM, we may have the other half covered via private donations or we are close.
Mike Phineas was right - I was pretty spent as we arrived at Pleasant Hill but perked up with Commander Frank Aufmuth's and organizer Danny McCoslin's heartfelt thank you speeches. Actually Danny just looked at us with a face I will never forget and said Thank You. Getting a chance to then go out on the field under that flag and face the stalwart yanks who showed up or galvanized as a big thank you for their service, was a perfect end to a great weekend. I learned allot about how adrenaline kicked in for soldiers...in fact I learned about soldiers - because I watched them come to life all weekend. We did not want it to end, except perhaps to tend to sore and blistered feet and other march induced ailments.
Impressions - we thought not only about the boys of 1864 but about the boys of RR1 and RR2, some of whom were among us.
Seeing Tom Yearby, 50ish, looking as spry at the end as he did at the beginning, remaining in first person all weekend.
Chad Teasley- volunteering so much for fatigue details we finally had to restrain him.
Don Smith, tearing up as he handed over his beautiful handsewn flag of the 15th TX to Commander Frank Aufmuth during the presentation of the colors...and then seeing the look on Frank's face as he handed it to Color Sgt Stephen Johnston
Patrick Reardon, 50ish Lazy Jack, UK Architect of great renown and the ONLY foreign member of the Museum of the Confederacy's Board of Trustees...straighten up and stand tall as he marched into the field at Pleasant Hill on a sprained ankle that resembled the Queen's Blue-Gray kersey in color. He had walked on it for 8 miles fueled no doubt by what Jeb Stuart's great great grand-son calls Patrick's "southern heart."
Adjutant Tom Wheeley, another Lazy Jack and the quintessential officer and gentleman, reading the resolutions and proclamations from the Government of Texas at Dress Parade.
Mike Phineas and comrade, running at full tilt away in the dark from a pile of abandoned federal rations and QM items we were only too happy to capture at the end of the first day.
Dusty Lind reading a letter from home in perfect first person.
A box from the patriotic ladies of McClennan County Texas full of homespun socks for their "heroic defenders in the field." Never seen men happier to get socks...except maybe when QM Lt Phil Graf and COS Sgt Gary White cracked the crate full of "Stockings, 100 PR. Monroe Depot"
Looking out over the moonlit field at neat rows of sleeping men, with pickets on watch in the background in their ghostly undyed cotton jean jackets and overshirts...and knowing Don Smith was right when he said there had never been a better impression of the TMD CS soldier in 1864.
Watching Frank Marek carry his brother off the field at Pleasant Hill (after the march).
Watching Richard Hale and Dave Turpin, Lazy Jacks and real soldiers of the Queen, naturally pick up the RA "SLR" carry with their Enfields and whistle period marching tunes as we tramped along.
Sgt Major "OX" Johnson bellowing as only a Sgt Major would do to get this form or that detail or (fill in blank) to him "more quickly." Superb impression.
KC MacDonald standing over his volunteered ground sheet now full of just issued greasy salt pork (salt fat) with a "bet the soldiers just loved this" look on his face.
Commander Frank Aufmuth losing the mouthpiece of his bugle to the barely concealed delight of the men.
Forming square...and it really looked like one.
Kris Ruffino, civilian logistics savior (wagon driver, etc) calmly pulling at a tick lodged near her navel after the event. Steve Mitchell, soldier par excellence, promptly dubbed her "hardcore."
Shaking the hands of every one of the men of the color company at the end...and seeing the looks in their eyes.
My 1st Sgt Fred Baker, run the company as if he was born to.
There are many more but one really stands out....Danny McCoslin, bruised and battered with 13 staples in his head (ignored Doctor's orders) marching up ahead in his well used TMD Texas slouch hat, looking for all the world like a day laborer in second hand clothes out for a stroll...but with resolute purpose that inspired us all.
Thank you everyone. More coherent details to follow once I deal with the raffle.
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