Re: AAR Bummers
In a long standing tradition of AARs posted by someone who will be posting no more AARs on the A-C, here is mine:
The Good
The Bad
The Ugly
Postscript:
When Col Sorchy's men entered our vicinity, their attached newspaperman handed me a plug of tobacco - I don't chew so it was fairly useless to me. I am glad, though, that I didn't throw it down. As the men were rifling my belongings I noticed one of them remove a tin of canned lobster from my carpetbag. Fortunately, the private guarding me and another male civilian wasn't paying close attention. I made my way to my belongings and offered the plug of tobacco to the private that had "liberated" my tin of lobster. He told me I was in luck, he was the only man in the Btn that chewed plug and considered that trade to be "heaven sent". I then "broke the rules" and told him that the tin he had stolen had been given to me by the Rat Bastard Chawls Heef at Ft Sumter and related how I had happened to get the chew. We both agreed that in spite of it all, Charles was indeed at the event and still shuffling supplies around.
In a long standing tradition of AARs posted by someone who will be posting no more AARs on the A-C, here is mine:
The Good
- Being called Joe Smotherman TWICE in the parking lot.
- Almost 48 hours of a TOP TIER progressive event. This was one of the better events with more than 100 participants I have attended in the pat several years.
- Getting to portray the crusty, old, cynical Jedediah Brand again.
- Having the pleasure to interact with BOTH contingents of the Lost Battalion. The Billy Goats on Saturday night and Sunday at first light was a wonderful moment. Knowing what they had gone through made it VERY difficult to look at them as Damned Yankees. They were also very considerate in leaving most of the pillaging and destroying for their tardy comrades to complete later in the morning.
- The rest of the Lost Battalion were the most realistic foragers I have ever had the pleasure to witness. The first person was immaculate with one exception I shall elaborate on as a postscript to this AAR.
The Bad
- A hand cart that ended the event by its running gear being condemned as irreparably damaged. But, it made it the bare minimum distance we required it to travel.
- Being held outside the Georgia Militia lines for over 2 hours with NO explanations, logic or recourse by a private who was the most insane idiot I have ever seen at an event. And that is saying a LOT since I also portray Benji Compson (those at Westville and many of the WIGs and Critters know Benji). More on him later.
- Having to struggle through a half hour of personal angst and helping one of my family group through the same angst a bit later that same evening. We knew it was going to happen, but it still doesn't make it easier.
The Ugly
- The aforementioned GA Militia private that was rudest SOB I have ever met. He would not even tell an old man his name, gave NO reason for holding us as de facto prisoners, refused to call his superior, and above all -- pointed a double barrel shotgun with both hammers fully cocked, finger on the triggers directly at the center of my chest at a range of less than 3 feet and making it very clear that he wouldn't hesitate to pull the trigger. He had made it perfectly clear that he was willing and able to shoot women and children, since he had done it "in China".
- The dilemma of the Lost Battalion. When Lt Hicks finally came down to the end of the road we were trapped on, he related the story of the lost men and told us that was the reason we were being held up. Their situation was a travesty in my mind. When we explained to Lt Hicks our situation and the distance we were having to travel with a hand cart and five women in a limited timeframe, he allowed us to pass. If the arrogant lunatic in the GA Militia had contacted someone in his chain of command and we had known of the reason for the delay, much deserved anger would have been averted and turned into living history.
Postscript:
When Col Sorchy's men entered our vicinity, their attached newspaperman handed me a plug of tobacco - I don't chew so it was fairly useless to me. I am glad, though, that I didn't throw it down. As the men were rifling my belongings I noticed one of them remove a tin of canned lobster from my carpetbag. Fortunately, the private guarding me and another male civilian wasn't paying close attention. I made my way to my belongings and offered the plug of tobacco to the private that had "liberated" my tin of lobster. He told me I was in luck, he was the only man in the Btn that chewed plug and considered that trade to be "heaven sent". I then "broke the rules" and told him that the tin he had stolen had been given to me by the Rat Bastard Chawls Heef at Ft Sumter and related how I had happened to get the chew. We both agreed that in spite of it all, Charles was indeed at the event and still shuffling supplies around.
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