Tim, me and Carlee taking a break
On Thursday afternoon of the re-enactment the confederate army marched out of camp to do a little fighting and try to experience a little of what the soldiers did way back when, including sleeping on the ground all night. It was extremely hot this afternoon and I thought I was going to be seriously ill for a few minutes but I forgot all about it when we started firing on the Yankees. There is nothing like holding an original 1855 Harpers Ferry in your hands and actually getting to shoot it. (Still can't believe Tim lets me use this!) We did this off and on for a couple of hours with a few breaks in between. Then our fearless leaders lead us to the campsite for the night. In my mind I had imagined we would be lying in a field under the beautiful dark night with the stars scattered above us. Wrong! I was jerked from my fantasy when we were told to go up into the tree line of the woods behind us and pick a spot. The woods? You have got to be kidding! Ticks, spiders and chiggers! Oh my! Luckily Tim's best friend Jerry was with us and we stayed together and whatever scent Jerry had on attracted all the ticks from our vicinity.
Jerry waiting to go fight
Darkness began to fall and we were all lazing on our blanket rolls talking when all of a sudden Tim Kent and Jerry Smith started doing what they do best. Storytelling. They told stories about aunts turning into mules, small killer spiders, boiling cats, and who knows what else. All I know is after a few hours of this I was begging them to stop because my sides were hurting so bad. Not to mention our fellow soldiers scattered around us. Needless to say they kept us entertained.
After things had calmed down a bit we started hearing rumors about a night fight. Sure enough here comes the word to get up and go. So we jumped up, put on our gear and marched as silently as we could through the night. Unfortunately we didn't get very close but did get to shoot a few times.
The one good thing about it was I was finally worn out enough to actually get a little sleep. Waking only when some part of my body that was on the ground either went to sleep or started hurting really bad.
Tim and Captain Hunter waiting on the word to go in
I know it's not even close to what the soldiers went through 150 years ago but I can say those poor guys had it rough. I definitely have a renewed respect for these brave men.