Event Reports
Tom Speaks Out
Sailors Creek-----------------
April 2002
We had a good turnout at Sailors Creek. For the first time in nearly ten years the 18th Co.B was just that, the 18th Co.B. We did not have to fight with the Kentucky boys, 42nd, or anyone else! It was a great honor to do that after all that time with other units. Captain Stowe deserves an applause for the fine job he did commanding the company. Also, thanks again to Cpl. Stowe and Sgt. Austin for all the help they gave me on the field. David Lea (the new recruit) also deserves recognition for outstanding service to his country and unit upon his first time seeing the elephant. Congrats to David!
How man times did we cross that creek? At least 3-4 times, right? Between the scripted battle and the tactical we couldn't keep our feet dry! The scripted battle was on Saturday this time, as it was the anniversary of the actual day of the battle. It was a good fight, although we outnumbered the yanks by about 150 men!
Who you gonna call? Ghostbusters! Ok, bad joke. Sgt. Austin, Cpl. Stowe, Starlett, Travis, and yours truly, all went ghost hunting Saturday night. We went to the bridge and to the battlefield to see if we saw any ghost and gouls. After that we went to the Hillsman house and sat there for a while. Although we thought we heard horses galloping by, it was probably our imagination. So much for the ghost hunting.
Where's Beau and Tom? The temperatures dropped a lot at night. (It was about 27 degrees Saturday night) It made sleeping hard. Travis, Beau and I tried sharing a tent, but when it got too cold, Beau and I ended up going to the car, leaving Travis to tuff it out on his own. (Sorry, again Travis---lol) And so ends another fight at the creek. Its always either too cold or too hot, never inbetween.
History on the Lawn---------------------------
Kids, kids, and more kids. The "history on the lawn" kept all of us pretty busy this time around. It was not as many kids as it was at the winter encampment, but it was enough to keep everyone occupied. We had camp life, medical presentations, and training the troops, as usual.
There was a dance Saturday night. It was open to the public, so we thought we would get some fine southern bells to dance with. Instead we ended up with the local rugrats! I think the oldest one was around 15 or so?? Oh well, we swallowed our pride and danced anyway. It was canned music and teenage kids to midnight!
The rest of the weekend was business as usual, talking to the public, demonstrations, etc.... We did have one sweet southern lady to come play the fiddle for us at church service. We all enjoyed it until she played some unwanted tunes--Battle Hymn of the Republic, and some other yankee tune that I have forgot. I guess she just didn`t know any better. She played good though. Thats it for this report--until next time..............
Thanks for listening,
Lord let Glasgow flourish
Sgt/Reporter Tom Ward
