I woke up late on the Sunday (the last day of the reenactment) and I mean *late*. It’s very unusual for me to be up after 7:30 at events, but for the first time in my life it happened. I woke up at 7:50…the horror. Anyway, it was nice to be able to sleep in though! Especially since I was starting my first day as a Confederate soldier! Yes, that’s right you did hear correctly! I got to be a soldier!!
I woke up and got dressed in pants, a man’s shirt (that was wayyyy to big for me- it looked like a dress) suspenders and a Confederate army coat and a hat. It actually took me about the same amount of time to dress as a soldier as it did to dress like a lady. It was those suspenders I swear it was!
The guns and are neatly stacked with the colors resting upon them. They are waiting for the moment the men grab them and assemble to do battle with the Yanks.
I am the soldier who is covering their ears in the back. I was trying to get accustomed to the gunfire. After 5 minutes I was fully accustomed and having a blast!
Our brave flag bearer ended up perishing at the beginning of the battle. With his last breath he passed on the colors to me. I followed our brave troops, stopping to help the wounded get comfortable and to pray for the dying. Some of our men became scared and deserted us, others lay dead and dying towards the end. When the battle was nearing an end this 1st Sergeant and I were all that remained of our company. We helped rally the rest of the Confederate soldiers. The cry of “Rally to the Colors! Rally to the Flag!’ could be heard all around. In the midst of destruction we all stood proud, proud to be standing, proud to be a Confederate, proud of our great nation.
Excuse the porta johns in the background and my weird facial expression, but this is what I looked like as a soldier! It was hot, but a lot of fun! I hope to do it again soon!
My groups campsite and sign.
Another picture of our camp home.
A cannon after the battle.
A cannon before the battle.