We had a large gathering of re-enactors at the local restored fort near our house over the weekend. There were hundreds of people (troups) there. There’s been no word on the number of casualties. (How sharp are those bayonets?) The thing about war reenactments that puzzles me is: ever since the 1700’s, battles, for the most part, have been surprise attacks. Unlike football, there was no agreed upon schedule when the two sides agreed to get together and compete. So yeah, in reenactments the one side has to pretend not to know that the other side is going to attack. But they know. They know.
I’m always afraid the reenactment will spill over into our neighborhood and some wounded soldier is gonna show up at my back door, or they’ll want to set up a M.A.S.H. unit in my attic or something. This is why I don’t own a Jeep. You know they’d confiscate it.
Lastly, our local grocery store had a run on marshmallows and Hershey bars. C’mon guys.
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