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Originally Posted by Charles
Just the thought of putting on some itchy wool uniform, and then living in a tent in some bug infested weed patch in the middle of July while eating hardtack is enough to make my skin crawl.
I was talking to one reenactor and he loved it. He had uniforms and all of the necessary equipment to be on either side.
He said around here he was generally a Southerner, but when he went South he was a Yankee because, "Nobody down there wants to be a Yankee."
A most likeable and entertaining fellow. That said, we certainly have two very separate definitions of fun.
Chas
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Well what about the real fellows?
When war was declared whole communities were overjoyed as if expecting manna from heaven.
Although from a movie "COLD MOUNTAIN" :the joyous eruption which occurred and interrupted church service when the congregation was informed that a war was on, I am told is representative of the time.
"I have got myself a war!".
Dancing, merrymaking, firing of shots in the air. WTF.