AAR Bummers

[kaelin]

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The 12th Indiana (Veteran Jacket) came prepared for such an event but left with memorable experiences books, research, conversations, sewing and drill could not produce.
We went in with a mentality as always that we might face the worst but that means we kept a good attitude through out. Having a good attitude made this weekend one of the best for us all.

Everyone knows what happened Friday night, so I won't start there.

We awoke Saturday morning early and I met with Division Commander Tripp Corbin. He asked the 12th Indiana to find a path for all the divisions to travel since the road was washed. We left at 7am and the rest of the division after word had been received met up with us around 9am. From there we were sent forward to find a continued route, this is where we ran into trouble and were to far gone. After scaling a rock face that I would only do as another hobby in better shoes and other clothes we climbed to rest and safety. It was then I asked one of my men to return to the divisions with word to go around and find a better route. The man I sent got cut off by Confederate Cavalry and had to run back to us in whom we took chase. We met up with 103rd Illinois and 97th Indiana who also were after the cavalry. We had lost one man due to injury and we could not find him anywhere. We decided to press on or we would all be had by militia or cavalry. (He was safe)
At this point the 12th Indiana had not found any food or water and very little contact. Our mission had changed and needed different direction.
The 103rd and 97th pointed us in the direction of water which they covered us as we filled up(Thank you) then we all set out in the same direction with 2 lines of defense spread out.

My men were beginning to fade and needed food quickly. We asked 103rd and 97th for a couple of sweet taters and we had some sow belly left over from the previous night. We cooked rations for those that were not feeling well and then we all moved out after an hour of rest and food.

During this hour we engaged a civilian girl named Brandy who informed us of a cabin with LOTS of food. We thought she was leading us into a trap but we made our minds up quickly. We also met up with a civilian man named Jordan who informed us of our where abouts and encouraged us to go a different direction. We did not listen to him but we listened to our stomachs.
This is where things really got interesting.

We approached the 2 cabins with a perimeter of about 15 men while the rest tore through the cabin for food and supplies. We were there only for about 10 minutes before we were surrounded by Texas Rangers and a few militia. Our bullets for some reason could not pierce the flesh of horse's or men in the Texas Rangers so we quickly found ourselves on the ground with force. The SGT in the 97th was shot in the face point blank range, while another SGT was being shoved around by a man on horseback. These kinds of struggles continued to go on for about 10 minutes. The Ranger did not capture all of our men so this led to more of a fight while we laid flat on the ground. Our boys tried to bust us free but being surrounded by horses and stronger fire power they were not successful. It led to more men being captured. We were interrogated for a few minutes while some officers lost pocket watches to thieving rebels. All of our weapons and boxes were dropped. Their initial plan was to bury us right there but the ranking officer asked for us to be brought to the rebel fortress. There were still men from our party out there trying to figure out how to get us out. They tried to stay alive in the woods under cover and eventually found themselves in the parking lot Sunday. Continuing on with our adventure...
The militia marched and mouthed us to the so called prison.
Once we arrived the ranking officer, Major Kiev talked to me and Craddock about our well-being. The civilian ladies who were living their in the old General store brought food over very quickly. This place was very well stocked with food and drink. We found ourselves fed and watered down good for the first time. One of those women was pregnant and due to give birth at any moment. (More about this later)

Breaking character we conveyed that our weapons were all left where we were captured and would like for them to be with us. They agreed and sent 13 of us out to retrieve our weapons under guard of 2 cavalry with pistols and rifles and 2 militia with double barrel shotguns. As we were walking I was able to talk to the men about running when we had the chance. Our talk was broken up quickly by one of the cavalry rangers who rode up between us with his horse. As we approached the cabins there were shots being fired by our brothers who we hoped were coming after us. The confederates yelled at us to get down flat on the ground. It was at this point I yelled at the top of my lungs for them to get us out and there were only 4 of them to kill. One of the rangers put his pistol in my face and warned the "next word out of my mouth would be my last and he would send me to hell"! I quickly realized we were not going to survive if we stayed...so when the chance came the confederates unloaded their weapons and I yelled to run! Only five were able to get away with me and reach safety.
We found the first line of defense 99th Indiana. I met up with their officer and explained the situation. He tried to rally his boys but they realized the situation was too hostile for their little party and they were more interested in food and foraging than saving my men.
I ran to the rear to convince others of the boys who were in captivity but no one was willing and it wasn't their focus point.
By this point we realized we should have stayed in captivity, we were more appreciated!

This is where things started to pile up for the event planners and word was starting to get back about "who was where" or "who didn't have this" and "who was injured", "who left", "so and so has this problem". I could tell that their heads were spinning. I was glad to see them keep it together and be encouraging through this. Not sure most folks would have done so.

I was getting pretty antsy about being with my men who were in captivity so I made a deal to go back as long as we could carry the rifles back to them. Their was 5 of us who went back under guard of the Major Kiev and all the cavalry. Everyone was glad to have their stuff back and we were glad to be together.

We spent the night trying to figure a way out. The Ga. Militia boys who guarded us were awesome. They picked up on some code language but did not see the real plan. We decided to jump them since we were 2-1 in most cases and they had single/double barrel shotguns at that.
On Sunday morning-
Thad has already talked about us seeing Jubilee and this is where we knew our plan would work. Once their attention was completely off of us we over-ran them so quickly they emptied their barrels and were on the ground. It was the best element of surprise I have ever seen.
The look on Lewis Robinson's face when I pulled the pistol out of my haversack and put it on him was priceless. This capture was short lived as the Ga. Militia came running through and had us all put down our weapons and let go of our recent prisoners.
This didn't last long either, Capt. Sorchey and the 3rd division were right on their heals. The Ga. Militia had no choice but to drop us and run. We picked up our rifles and rejoiced!

Meanwhile the ladies at this general store were experiencing serious labor. The screams could be heard over the gun shots. The 3rd division rushed the cabin door way only to be hit with afterbirth and bloody rags and screaming. They were headed to tear that place apart! Lt. Craddock jumped in the doorway and demanded them to back up! He informed the 3rd division that one of the women was a mason’s wife. Capt. Sorchey told his men to help themselves to everything but the cabin. The woman who was giving birth did have a little boy, I over heard her call him lil' Sherman.

Things were still pretty heated even after this, there seem to be more Ga. Militia out there so we(103rd,97th, 12th) formed a line of defense against the militia and the women whom we had protected(they were throwing rocks at us) and the militia weren't doing much better with there out of date guns.
Eventually they fled in the direction they came.

We formed up our foraging parties and marched down the hill to where everything ended.

The 12th Indiana walked away with a grand experience and is very Thankful to those that put this together and kept it going!

I have eaten 2 meals since I have left and I still act like I haven't eaten in several days and do not have any manners what so ever. I could not sleep in my bed last night so I slept on the floor. I am still embracing the suck!

I do hope everyone will chalk up their experience as just that...an experience and it was all in the name of preservation!

[VMurphy]

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[ Mr. Baker....it was indeed a pleasure to meet you(although not formally~... We we were all so ingrossed in 1st person..and having such a grand time..I do regret that all the fond memories are somewhat a "mystery" and I leave wishing I really knew who these people were that I have been befriended a brief amount of time. There are so many names famliar but as yet have not put faces to them:cry_smile

I portrayed Grace Good, sister of Sarah Good at the cabin on the in the open grassey knoll. The deserted cabin"hotel" was soon filled with refugees. The hotel sign was found lying on the ground when we first arrived and I took my hatchet and hung it on the side of the cabin rather as a joke than anything...but it seemed to lend some personality to the poor structure. To anyone who would listen throughout the weekend, Sarah and I and cousin Lydia told all visitors that "thellast poor residents who darkened it's doors, died of Typhus"....that seemed to keep some from getting into some of the food stash we had in there.

The weekend was so full of interesting action, my poor sleep deprived brain hasn't yet processed it!!!

I do plan to write a full description of all the action our small grassy hill and meager home suffered throughout the past 3 days.

Best regards
Vivian Murphy, aka Grace Good


In that third and final group, my thought is that the civilians deserve the most recognition. They "made" the event, at least for me. We encountered a group of three or four women living in two small cabins atop a hill Saturday morning. Their food and excellent interaction made for a fine start. They will remember our group as we were present for the discovery of the tit-mice as wood was moved that morning for a fire. You ladies know who we are and we surely appreciate you all and

[the other nathan]

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To the organizers... you all did a herculean task in creating an environment for us and for providing once problems arose. I'd gladly go to an event hosted by the Armory Guards and Mess No. 1 again, no reservations. mistakes were made, when they were identified immediate action was taken to correct them and in the end we came out more educated and respectful of the sacrifices and obstacles the soldiers we attempt to portray went through. Any scorn heaped on the mistakes or the organizers is wrong and hateful.

I just want to echo what Mr. Berezuk said. Thank you to Herb and others that initiated Kabuki to care for the lost division. There were many things that made this event memorable. In the end, the Good is why we went, the bad and the ugly only serve to allow us to learn from it and make future events better.

I also want to thank the civilians, especially the Brand family, for playing so well. Ms. Bruce, thanks for letting me steal your bonnet, as that was a constant source of merrymaking and tom-foolery until I finally took it off in the parking lot.

[Johnny Lloyd]

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5,000+ hits on this thread and the event has only been over with for a day??? Wow...

Okay, all... I'd be remiss to my fellow hobbists if I didn't write an AAR of my own concerning this event.

I can safely say in my own opinion that this event has pushed the limits of authentic reenacting to a higher and even better level. Perhaps due to real-world/safety/logistical concerns, we cannot go any higher than what we have experienced this past weekend... I'd like to think not, though.

From being a real soldier, the nuances in this event's planning and execution were absolutely priceless. There were feelings and thoughts that I hadn't experienced since the real war I fought: hunger, anger, frustration, tiredness, fear, pursuit, happiness, fellowship, comraderie, laughs, silliness... I could go on here for awhile, but I would digress from the rest of this point.

Before Bummers 09, I didn't think a civilian-organized event of any sort would challenge me in ways that I once felt in real life in a real war, but this event gave me a portion of those once-felt emotions back. Deep thanks to the event organizers there.

Gents/all- I don't exactly know how to say this gently, but here goes and it isn't aimed at anyone in particular:

If you missed the event completely, got tired and walked-out early or just came away from the event with a bad taste in your mouth, then I feel you might have missed the point of the event entirely. This event was designed to challenge each of us to a new degree of not just authenticity, but of physical/emotional levels as well.

If anyone personally felt endangered or worse, then my full regrets to you. You must do what you must to be happy- after all, this is your vacation time to do this hobby too. I personally never felt endangered knowing what to expect at a top-quality event like this one. Please think, though, at what level you are willing to be authentic at an event and take this into consideration next time someone offers an event like this one. I have a feeling that in the near future, there will be disclaimers on event websites that say something to the effect that 'Caution: If you didn't like Bummers, then you won't like this event.'

That's how you know this event raised the bar of authentic events... this weekend, history was made about our hobby's history.

Now, I can see the ideas people raise about safety. We don't use real bullets at events nor do we get real diseases like Civil War soldiers did, etc. so why do we not have food/water, etc... Well, guys, hate to break it to all of you: We had all of this and more- we just had to find it. There was a creek nearby most everywhere if you had to have water and in under 36 hours or so even if you didn't have any food you might be uncomfortable, but you wouldn't starve to death. The terrain was quite rugged, but not completely impassable if one used his imagination or sense of direction. If anyone had gotten seriously hurt, then everyone would have put everything down to help that person and get them to safety. There were people with modern field-aid packs or knowledge enough ready to assist people in the ranks.

I think some individuals allowed the illusion to overcome them a bit too much. Oh sure, I got tired, thirsty, hungry, etc... but hey, real war even today sometimes happens that way no matter what you see on the evening news.

From being in the field of logistics, I can say that from what I have seen and heard this event was a monster to plan and execute. If this were a modern-military training excercise, then it would be difficult to sustain. So I am in awe of the Armory Guards and Mess #1 for doing such a great job for what resources and time allowed them to do. Damn fine job, gents.

My only real 2 improves would be to give maps to every leader of every forage party and tell their NCOs to make copies of them for their use. That way, all officers and NCOs could have a general sense of direction if they got separated from the corps commanders (who were the only ones that had the maps this go-around). This wouldn't be a spoiler, but the onus would be on the officers of each forage party to know how to do terrain-association with his map and keep the unit on-track- that's a period-correct challenge right there that would have reduced the likelihood of getting lost at the lowest level (but not eliminated it entirely).

Also, can Cav guys die or, at least, back-off when the know they have been bested by infantry with repeating rifles spitting rounds at them like no tomorrow? Pretty Please? I know it is way-easier for infantry to toss themselves on the ground in Oscar-winning fashion and die and one can't readily do that on a horse, but there needs to be some sort of 'ride-off and pester the infantry guy no more once he has blasted you about 14 times over again to your one-or-two-shots'. I can't outrun mounted soldiers no matter how hard I try... lesson learned.

Ya'll did an outstanding job at this event and I can safely say this was the best event I have attended. (Winter 64 2008 was the best in its own way.) Thank you so much gents.

Period moments:

1) Screaming at a group of women in the 3 sisters cabin "Who told them we were here?!?!?" like a maniac when the 97th Indiana got scattered by Confederate cavalrymen. Your reactions made me almost want to stop being so harsh. Even better is when you yelled insults back at me when the troopers finally caught me after about 30 minutes of running from them. Totally a rush like no other. I felt alone, isolated, lost and somewhat scared while being searched for by mounted Confederates while on the lam. WOW! Awesome!

2) Whirling about and being surrounded by myself by Wheeler's cavalrymen- caught and confused in a 'Mexican- standoff' while I drew down on a man with a pistol pointed to the back of my head. Pucker-factor there even though it wasn't real- it sure seemed as such... I tried to empty my rifle of rounds for safety, but I still had one in it. I ran so hard from them before that... wow, REALLY hard.

3) Meeting Brandy and questioning her about what was up ahead in our path... I told them there was a Cav camp at the old church area! Jeez...

4) Joyously seeing our comrades coming over the ridge to rescue us prisoners. What a thrill!

5) Seeing Marvin's cousin with all the food he could take from the last cabin: I asked him "New day of freedom for you, son?"... "Why yes sir, IT IS!" he said with a big grin. I started humming 'Jubilo' to myself then.

6) Seeing Miss Silvana throw crockery at me... I haven't had that happen in awhile... actually, never before...

"Wondering... Are we authentic or just plain crazy..." ;)

Everyone, I loved seeing you all and sharing the fellowship to make the magic happen yet again. Awesome event, awesome friends and awesome time... I love this hobby!!!

All the best- Johnny Lloyd:wink_smil

[Ken B]

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I am relatively new to reenacting, as I have only done two events: September storm three summers ago and At High Tide 2 summers ago. I've also done various living history events as well as parades. I had no idea what to expect from this event, as I had never done a "hardcore" campaign like event. Overall, I had a blast. I was very angry for about an hour on Saturday and am extremely sore today. I will try to provide details below.

Friday: Arrived in Atlanta via plane and was picked up by two friends, fellow members of the 116th Illinois. Arrived on site at about noon on Friday and meandered around until the event went live. Having the rebs take pot shots at us in the woods Friday night was a neat experience. Advancing up the hill was quite a challenge as I could not see anything and managed to get banged up by a rock. I was glad to set up camp for the night and eat my meager bacon ration.

Saturday morning: A bit disappointed that things got off to a late start. Why not move out at sunrise instead of 8:30? I think the major problem of this event was that the river road was flooded. The "march" we took to get to the hill we had to climb reminded me of scence from Last of the Mohicans. Not quite the kind of marching Sherman's bummers underwent. However, as difficult and exhausting as this was, it was a neat experience.

Saturday afternoon: At 26 years of age and in relatively decent shape, I was flat out spent by the time I reached the summit of the hill. I was seriously concerned for some of the older fellows that I was with and believed that a few were bound to have a heart attack. There were people that attended this event that should not have. I was irritated that we had to wait for all of the stragglers of the 2nd division, but was pleased with the long nap I took while waiting. Then the anger set in. Elements of the 2nd division sat around with no orders for a long time. I could hear gunshots in the distance and wanted to go help out my comrades. However, the serious concern for the safety of people climbing up the hill and the lack of leadership prevented us from marching forward. When we finally moved, guide Joe marched us down the wrong path. Thinking back, I'm not sure if he got turned around or what, but a lot of people became angry at this point. Perhaps signs at the various crossroads would have been helpful. A sign such as Montgomery in the direction of the sesech cabins would have been nice. A sign with "Atlanta" pointing to the trail that led to the scout camp would have helped. If this was laid out before the event happened, there would have been less people wasting time and energy and less people would have been lost.

The remaining men of the 116th Illinois, under the command of Lt. Hooksnd guide Joe, finally reached a villiage where we got to forage. A comrade found a ham which we ravaged as we were starving since we hadn't eaten since Friday night. Water was also a very welcome site. Afterwards, we sent out a line of skirmishers and saw reb cavalry in the distance and were suprised when a milita mountain gun went off. We quickly headed back to the cabins and set up a picket line along with breastworks, which waere quickly overrun by militia. Thankfully, sizeable Union forces rushed to assist the 116th Ill and pushed the rebs back before overtaking the cabins. The remainder of the day was spent eating raw corn and picketing.

Sunday morning: Back to the picket lines at the crack of dawn. Members of another Illinois unit reached our picket line after skirmishing with militia. The 116th Ill was very grateful for the sizeable rations they divided to us, as we were very hungry. These boys joined forces with us and we laid out a formidable picket line. Shortly thereafter, reb cavalry appeared. They dismounted and formed along the crest of the hill and we stared at each other. Our force decided to act and tried to outflank the militia, but did not have success. We received word that we were pulling out. We acted as rear guard and retreated back to the safety of the parking lot.

Like I said, overall I loved the event. Leadership amongst the Union divisons could have been better. Also, the fact that the river road was flooded was a problem. I learned a lot from the experience and was able to see what life was really like for those that fought in the war. Well done, but a few things need to be considered in the future.

[bhutton]

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Had an excellant experience and enjoyed the event. all Ican do is echo what many others have said, I found the event to be comprised of many situations a soldier would have encountered. Learned a lot about the interaction between the citizens, Militia, Cavalry and The Federals. Was arrested (that was interesting) and later on captured,taunted by cavalry, marched along some tough terrain, met some friends made some new ones, had a great time. My thanks to Herb and the rest for all their hard work and would do this again.

[cstaples]

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Mr. Blue belly Loyd,

As you stood there spitting and yelling at us about turning you all in to the reb Cav. My thoughts where How in the world could we. We had been cooking for you blue bellies the whole time!! Wow can u spit!

Charlene Staples aka Sarah Goodsister to Vivian Murphy aka Grace Good @ twin cabins on the hill

[MercyAngel62]

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I have to say, the ladies at our cabin had a FANTASTIC time!! Many, many thanks to everyone on the event staff for putting this on. Special thanks to Herb for all of his hard work, organizing and making things possible for the civilian side of things. Thank you to the Armory Guards who worked so hard during the work days. You guys really took great care of us and we love you for it!

Our cabin had the best of both worlds, so to speak. We had a lot consistently going on, but some down time to just visit and enjoy ourselves. The weather was perfect! We had all planned for it to be cold at night, but it turned out to be very pleasant. I am still digesting all the goings-on at our little homestead! I am blown away by all the first person interactions with visiting civilian refugees and military. We were lucky enough to only have one raid by Federals, which happened Sunday morning. I had not been able to come to any of the work days on the site, but was pleasantly surprised when Carrie and I arrived Friday. Our cabin was very cozy, built with shelves and a fireplace inside. The shelves were well stocked with china, tooth powder, candles, matches, and various pretty bottles of liquor and laudanum (yum yum yum!!).

My sister’s Anna (Anna Allen) and Heather (Heather Vernon) had come to stay with me for the duration of the pregnancy with my first child. My husband was away, so I had my two sisters at my side. Carrie (Carrie Craddock) portrayed my midwife who was of Cherokee descent and lived a few miles away. Since it was so close to my delivery date, she had come to stay with me in preparation of the birth. Silvana (Silvana Siddali) was a cousin of mine who had been previously thrown out of her house and escaped to my homestead for protection, but little did she know that she would be in the middle of federal hostilities again!

From Friday night through Saturday night we had a lot of Cavalry and Georgia Militia at our door step. For us, this was very reassuring and helped us feel more at ease. Ever so often we would hear gun shots being fired in the distance and it kept us alert and on our toes. For the most part, we enjoyed each other’s company, cooked, fed the guys who stayed or were passing through, and anticipated little Joseph or Julia’s arrival. Saturday afternoon brought some excitement when Federal prisoners were brought in and held in the woods close to our home. While they were being watched, this was a little unnerving for us…having those horrible Federals so close. We had several groups of civilians come through all day Saturday and Saturday night. Each group was offered food, water, and a place to sit/stay. One group made themselves at home Saturday night behind the cabin, but one of the officer’s warned us that Federals would be coming through by morning, so Silvana gave the group a heads up since it was the federals they were running from. On Saturday night we all enjoyed a nice meal, visited with some of the cavalry and militia and called it a night.

Sunday morning came quick and labor pains were strong. My midwife Carrie began walking me around the homestead hoping to help induce. By the time Federals had come up the hillside and the fighting began, the baby was ready to come! From that point, everything had happened so quickly. Carrie was at my feet, Heather was at my head supporting me and keeping me cool with a rag, Anna and Brandi helped keep the Federals out once they did approach the cabin. I can remember hearing Silvana’s screams over my own when she was boiling water over the fire outside of the cabin. Carrie and I had been planning this scenario for at least a year and a half and we were all very curious as to what some of the reactions would be to a woman giving birth in all the chaos. Some had backed off and had shown respect for a woman giving birth to an innocent child and others could have cared less. They walked in, were ripping off the sides of the cabin and reached right over me while I was screaming in pain and took what they wanted from the shelves and walked back out. I overheard some of the men saying they would have liked to bash the baby’s brains in because it was born by sesesh trash. I remember being called a whore while I was holding the baby for the first time. While emotions came over me, I had to remember that it was “play” and it was an authentic experience. Others, I think, were a bit curious as to what the hell was going on in that cabin! Patrick Craddock, Kaelin Vernon, and Eric Tipton stepped in with pistols and told all the men that this cabin was off limits and that the woman giving birth was in fact a wife of a Mason. When I walked out of the cabin the first time, a man approached me and said that he did not harm women and children. That he had an obligation and took two gold coins and put them in my hand. He then took a piece of charcoal and marked the square and compass on our cabin in hopes that it would provide future protection. That scene almost brought me to tears.

I believe my favorite part was when Carrie threw one of the bloody/afterbirth rags at some of the soldiers plowing their way through. After the baby was born, there was a dish fight with some of the guys. While it was serious, I couldn’t help but get a kick out of one of the fellas walking around with tooth powder all over his coat and hat! Second favorite part was when all the men left and we began cleaning up the aftermath, we found remnants of our special yankee bread (see pictures attached)! We had cut out the bottom of a loaf of bread, hollowed out the fluffy part and replaced it with sand, rocks, and hay and strategically put the bottom back on and put the loaf on a silver platter sitting on the table and they fell for it!!

Again, thanks to everyone who made this event possible. The civilians enjoyed it. I'd love to do something like this again!! ;)

[Johnny Lloyd]

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Mr. Blue belly Loyd,

As you stood there spitting and yelling at us about turning you all in to the reb Cav. My thoughts where How in the world could we. We had been cooking for you blue bellies the whole time!! Wow can u spit!

Charlene Staples aka Sarah Goodsister to Vivian Murphy aka Grace Good @ twin cabins on the hill

Oscar-winning responses you had, ma'am... totally award winning responses. thank you for the period moment.

All the best- Johnny Lloyd :wink_smil

[Johnny Lloyd]

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Second favorite part was when all the men left and we began cleaning up the aftermath, we found remnants of our special yankee bread (see pictures attached)! We had cut out the bottom of a loaf of bread, hollowed out the fluffy part and replaced it with sand, rocks, and hay and strategically put the bottom back on and put the loaf on a silver platter sitting on the table and they fell for it!!

Wow... I thought that bread was a little sandy, Thad...

No matter, I was hungry as all hell.

:wink_smil-Johnny

[Gallo de Cielo]

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Johnny,

Seeing the pictures you posted- we were the ones facing y'all up the hill in that scrub and dead brush.

I distinctly remember that white-feathered rig on the hat running around.

Shame there was too much open ground between us as the boys were spoiling to empty the double-barrels into trash such as y'all, hell-bent on tearing up Georgia.

Regards,

[Bob Minton]

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From the moment I left Bummers I knew it was destined to set some sort of record for most posts/views/varied opinions in the history of reenacting. So many folks did so many various things under such difficult conditions that this was inevitable.

I led the 30th OVI of 2nd Division. Some random thoughts.

Pre event communication from leadership on the Fed. side was very good. Directions were very good. Parking and Friday night logistics were fine. I suspected going in that the Friday festivities would involve mainly getting us away from the parking areas to a place we could set up camp. This was the case. We marched a fairly short distance, on a road (and yes, the torches burned out). We then were ordered up a steep hill, in total darkness maybe a couple hundred yards to where we set up camp....only it took a while for orders to be delivered that this was indeed camp. Once those orders came, we quickly set out pickets and made camp. The night was very satisfying indeed. On the way up, one of the parties near us (no idea of party or division) was pretty trigger happy, firing an awful lot of shots at the occasional random shot tossed at us by the Rebs. Once the pickes were out, an occasional shot rang out, but nothing serious. Just enough to keep us on our toes. We were up early Sat. morning, quickly getting a fire going and cutting up our bacon. It was a pleasure to see, some men stoking fires, some cutting meat, some cooking. We were quickly fed and ready to go....only to sit until sometime after 8:30 before doing anything. I rec'd no communication as to any plans until about 5 mins before we were told to drift back down to the road. We formed up and thus began our well documented march. At first the occasional treks a bit up the hill to avoid puddles before coming back to the road was not too bad. Before long though, the entire road was water for long stretches. So, we took to the hillside in what was a really difficult, stop/start/stop/start hike. This hike continued along the hillside for several hours. My party of 15 had 3-4 who straggled somewhat, but who kept coming and would catch back up. When we finally went up the hill, it was done only with the aid of 2 men who literally pulled us up. It was a herculean effort on their part to say the least. We had been told that 2nd Division water was at the top of what was a very, very, very steep hill. My men being the last party in the division line, we were last to the water....and their was none left when we arrived. The official version was 1st and 3rd division had altered routes due to the raging river and used 'our' water. So, by now the time was probably after noon, and after quite a hike so we needed water fairly badly. Our guide and Capt. Schneider pulled out a map and took us to what was to be the next watering stop. This required a march across the ridge that was not bad, but then down the far side of the huge hill we had come up, thankfully at least using a road this time. After making it down the hill, we were told the water was not where it was supposed to be. Not sure if water was misplaced or guide got lost...so, much debate was held on what to do next. At some point thru here, my enterprising Cpl. Biederman passed along the ranks of another party and got one canteen full of water for my 15 man party. And, an incident described earlier happened as well--Lt. Cross (I hope that name is right, if not please forgive) loudly and firmly chewed out Capt. Schneider over the conditions....BUT (and this was left out of the earlier account) he then also made it clear that he had done that for 'effect' and 1st person. I am quite sure there was no ill will intended, and if it was overheard it was misconstrued (which would have been easy to do) The party leaders of 2nd Division then discussed what to do. Our guide was certain he could find our planned camp of Sat. night and it was determined our safest course of action was to proceed to that camp where there was ample food and water. Water at this time was becoming a concern. It was only mid 70's, but for us Yankees in Nov., that is hotter than usual this time of year . And, anyone who made that march knows it was one heck of a tough walk. I will comment, I don't know who all was around us either in parties or divisions, but I will say that there was a LOT of griping and complaing, with much of it coming from those who wore stripes. I am happy that my NCO's were positive and upbeat thru this, stating that complaining was not going to get us fed and watered any faster, and that keeping morale up was key. By this time, my party had been helping those who were struggling by swapping off carrying gear, sharing what little water we had etc. It was a very satisfying moment to see the 'one for all' mentality, and from what I have read, that mentality was common in many of the parties attending. We left, following our guide looking for the promised camp. From here, we saw Capt. Schneider no more as he was separated on his 'adventure' he described. This part of the march, after 6-7 hrs. with no food or water was difficult. One of our men had smuggled in one small bag of licorice, which we shared happily amongst ourselves, and it proved a godsend for morale. By now, straggling was heavy amongst those of 2nd division, and all we could do was trust our guide. There were mentions about this time of the fate of the Donner party (I know the weather was a bit different ;-) and of various methods we could employ to execute our guide should he not find camp soon. Happily, after a pretty good hike, we did find 2 civilian cabins on the hill. I can't say much as to what happened there in the short term, as I was at the rear of our column, sharing the last of my water with pards. A few Yanks appeared on our flank, and they had some food....one of them shared with us a head of cabbage, a sweet potatoe and bread crumbs---literally crumbs, which were poured into a hat. I shared pieces of the cabbage with those at the rear and was making my way forward sharing as I went. When I got to the clearing what a spectacle! Men carrying chickens away, and scurrying about for food in each direction. Men of my party started a pile, and I can tell you I had a quarter of an apple that was the best food I've ever tasted. Quickly we had a pile including 2 hams, 15 ears or so of corn, plenty of taters, onion, honey and other items. Dinner was prepared, water was found and life was good. We went from being miserable, to being content very quickly. Sat. evening was interuppted by militia and cavalry probing our lines, with one relatively heavy assault being repulsed. Around 9:15 p.m. my men were recalled from picket (having served from 6 p.m. until then) and notified of a truce till morning. I expected to wake up Sun. to some small fighting, and possible a forage stop to at least gather some bread or food that did not need cooking. (We had breakfast, but figured we'd do 'something' Sun.) Sadly, Sunday ended up essentially being a march back to the parking lot. We had awakened early, packed bedrolls and eaten quickly assuming we would leave early. But, again, it was around 9 I think when we finally marched off and back to parking areas without event.

Did not mean to be so epic, it just kinda got started on me LOL.

We struggled, sweated, cussed and enjoyed a very, very tough weekend. Had we not found water when we did, it may have gotten dangerous. Not sure what all went wrong/right, but it was a huge effort to put this on and I appreciate all that went into it. I had a great time, and would do it again next weekend in a heartbeat. Thanks to all who had a hand in this event.

Low points-the picnic table in the Friday night camp...made worse by the 'hardcores', who insisted on sitting at it. The complaining on Sat., which only made it worse. The lack of water (had we gotten water at the first planned stop, we would have had no issues at all, that one little cog made a big difference) Lack of action on Sunday was a downer. I know the parties were to function largely on their own, but we did not get much direction once we started. As a party leader, a map of my own, with at least water locations would have made a huge difference.

The good-everything else!!!!! That was possibly the best experience I've ever had at an event. Seeing 15 guys in our party work together to get everyone thru, sharing every bit of work, and privation was outstanding!

Respectfully,
Bob Minton
14th OVI-3rd Arkansas
Army of the Ohio

[Mtn.Guerilla]

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It certainly seems that this event has covered the full spectrum of emotions, as evident . I had the opprotunity to serve as 1st Sgt Co. E 11th Ga. and I had a grand time ! Although it was made enjoyable by being in the company of a fine set of soldiers, and that's they what they acted like, soldiers. There were ups and downs, bitching and moaning because of almost six hours of idleness, crude jokes began to fly, discussions on the aweful ground we slept on, during our stay on Heartbreak Ridge, etc. Although without knowing it they were creating more "period" moments for me, than I've ever had. If you read the history, this is what the Militia did. This event was not recreating a battle scenerio. In a way it gave me a truer since what a real CW expierence was, unlike any event I've attened, 95% mundane boredom, 5% heart racing activity.

I'll be honest I think Johnny Loyd's post hits the nail on the head, you got out of it what you wanted. There were no advertisments of a lush campground, shoot em' up, buffet. This event tested everyone of us in a completly different way. I say bully of a job to the event organizers. I was able to get a little glimpse into their challanges, and it was an amazing amount of work they did.

I do want apologize for retaining the "Brand Family" as long as we did. I was the Sgt, in charge of that post. I was the one who gave Ms. Lawson (?) the shot of whiskey for that deadly cough. We were repeatedly told to hold you at bay. Now I know we were waiting for the " lost Federals", but had I been discretly told of your time schedule, I would have pressed the issue.

[coastaltrash]

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Not having contact with our forward scouts to tell us where the road was, I guess all of you can blame the 4th Iowa for our rock climbing expedition. It was either that, or turn back around, and that was not an option for my party. I won't lie. Mess #1 and the Armory Guards are my friends. My roommate in college is a Mess #1 member, and most of the leadership in the AG were at my wedding. When I got to the bottom of that hill with the option of turning back or climbing I wanted to cut all ties with them, along with their throats, but I sacked up and did what needed to be done for my group. I had some heavy guys, one with a bionic left leg, 2 diabetics and a blown knee myself so if we made it up there I knew everyone could, or at least should.

My other hobby is smoking cigars. More times than not I actually prefer the smokes. Like this hobby there are a lot of guys that claim to be experts, but are far from it. And like this hobby, I never listen to hype because RARELY does it come to pass. As someone who has hosted events before, I can say the sole REASON I refuse to pass out information is because I know for a fact that half the stuff I plan will never happen. I can provide the time and place, it's up to the people to make it happen.

My largest regret is I didn't get to meet the guys from the Liberty Rifles and Hedgeville Blue like I wanted to. I actually didn't realize Cody Harding grew a beard until I got back, last time I saw him was when he fell in with me at Chickamauga in 2007 and he had a baby face! Wish I could have said hello! There were also some Masonic brothers from the east that I saw at registration and remembered from Chickamauga, but things happened that prevented that. Guess I need to knock out an RDII and get ready for a long drive.

[Huck]

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Well it has been about 24 hours since I left on th airplane to fly back to Colorado Springs, and seeing everything that has been written so far, we "All Embaced the SUCK"! Each took away a small slice of what the real soldiers went through. Yes as some put it were tired, hungry, sore, complaining like little school girls, lost at times yes, in danger no. I can say this, after 24 plus hours now, I still can't kill the taste of the soap in my mouth. But if I could I would do this event again tomorrow.