2009 Veteran's Day Parade

Veteran's Day is a time to honor Veteran's of the US military. We were invited to march in the Veteran's Day Parade.


We offered to stack arms with the modern army but the 1861 Springfield was twice as long as the modern weapons.

We marched with the Sons of Union Veterans of the Civil War.

The staging area was filled with interesting vehicles and people.

The Dunlaps were on hand to represent the Civilians of the Civil War.

A fine example of modern and less modern cavalry.

The modern reconassance balloon!

The parade begins.

The Dunlap clan pay tribute on this day.

The young cadets stay in step.

The modern carriage for the Sons of Union Veterans of the Civil War carries precious cargo.

The guard halted and paid respects to the fallen and living veterans.

The parade offers us a chance to give service and we will do it again.

Nevada Day Parade

President Lincoln celebrated his 200th birthday this year and the state of Nevada was born, in 1864, during the civil war. As a result the Nevada Day Parade celebrated both the birth of Lincoln and Nevada. The Union assembled in clean and polished uniforms and gear.

The messenger boys were prepared to carry orders from the Captain and Colonel. They did a fine job of delivering recruitment information to the parade spectators.

Some new Cannon shot flew over our heads. Must be a large cannon to fire that size of shot.

The Colonel was on full glad-handing mode to inspire the masses.

The color guard did a fine job!

They even out paced the Presidential Buggy.

The sharp shooter's Corporal Ehrman was on hand to add security for the President.

The rear guard did a fine job also.

Always well groomed and dressed, the civilians followed behind.

The Confederates united with the northern states for a little while anyway.

Before we knew it the parade was over.

The President thanked the Union soldiers for a job, well done.




Miss Connie handed us our orders. We were sent out to forage and return with the required goods. We split up and went around scavenging for items to bring back to the Colonel's home.

We even foraged at the Governor's home.

A fine example of a veteran artllerist.

We assembled at the Colonel's home to partake of a grand feast.

The winners of the scavenger hunt were announced. The participants were really excited.

Miss Connie provided excellent prizes. Thank you Miss Connie.

The tritip was tender and mouth watering. For a Colonel he sure can grill.

Thank you to all that participated! Lets do it again sometime.

2009 Fresno Civil War Revisited

In early October my family travelled to Yosemite National Park. We continued on to Fresno, CA to attend the 19th Civil War Revisited. The union army was camped south of the battlefield and the confederate army to the east. I found my unit along the main street of the union camp. I could see company colors; musket holes, tears, and blood.

Not long after settling in with my company, we received an order to go out and stall the enemy. Our company was to go out and hold the enemy back while the brigade formed up for battle.

The 2nd Wisconsin moved forward into the field. The confederates waited for us to get within 100 yards before they fired on us. Suddenly, a grey line stood and fired into our ranks.

The enemy volley was ineffective. They must have been firing smooth bore muskets. Our return volley hit their line hard and a number of confederates fell. Knowing that we had an advantage of range we continued to fire and repel the enemy host.

As our lead balls did the work of death, confederate cavalry attacked our right flank. 1st Sergeant maneuvered our line into a box to defend against the cavalry.

We rallied into sections and prepared for the confederate cavalry charge. Hot and accurate firing deterred the mounted assault.

As the main confederate force entered the field, our own force arrived.

Seeing our force coming to our rear, our hearts were lifted and we made a charge towards the confederate line.

In response to our charge 2nd Battalion made a charge up the field to protect our right flank.

The 1st Battalion took up a position to our left flank. What was left of our company was holding the union center.

The union quickly took advantage of a lull in confederate cannon fire and the whole line pushed forward.

The right wing of our line retreated and our company spread out to help hold the line.

The fire was hot and the smoke thickened and we were glad to that the right wing had returned.

1st Sergeant Hinton yelled out encouragement as the reb lines swept toward us.

The confederate lines fell upon us and we again found ourselves alone. The right wing had retreated.

The Colonel ordered us hold the line to give the main army time to retreat.

We continued to fire in retreat. We evacuated as many wounded as possible.

It was a long and hot day. We lost many men. When we assembled back at camp our numbers were pathetic.

Early the next morning we lined up for an attack.

The Colonel was impressed with the bravery of company and decided to send us out to repeat the heroic deed.

We advanced as skirmishers and pressed forward.

The grey coats appeared on the field in great numbers. The whole line charged towards us. We fired and loaded and fired again. The confederate line poured over our company. I felt a ball tear into my right shoulder and I fell.

After the battle ended I felt my wounds heal and strength returned to my bones. I was healed and happy to be alive.

Fresno is a larger event with a lot of speeches, crafts, booths, educational demonstrations, and civilian displays. Presidents, Generals, slaves, freemen, and interesting people teach the throngs of spectators. I will be back next year.

Nevada City Civil War Days 2009

The short life of an infantry soldier.
A call went out for reinforcements. Col. Bispo was calling for able bodied men in the region to come to the aid of the union. I was on furlough with my family and decided to heed the call. The union was assembling in the hills of the Sierra Nevadas in a gold mining town called Nevada City.
I found the camp and was mustered into service with 1st company.

I had seen the Colonel in action on previous occasions and knew him to be a good officer and a great tactician. He addressed our ranks and relayed the order given. "Find and remove the enemy!"

The nurse passed out pickles as a last treat for the soldiers.

I was pressed into a platoon of skirmishers and we headed in advance of the union army. I was going to find the enemy and remove it, or die trying.

We came upon a clearing and found that the rebs had set up barricades along the field. We charged toward the barricade and found no one.

We deployed into skirmish lines.

Confederate cannons rolled out of the trees at the end of the field. We had found the enemy or had they found us?

We commenced firing and pressed the reb skirmishers back toward their canons.

In response to seeing the cannons, Col. Bispo sent union canon forward. The union artillery fired upon the reb guns.

The confederate cannons opened up in response. Shells started falling to our front. As we our way back the reb skirmishers advanced toward us. A fast and furious battle ensued.

I stood and fired and continued firing with my file partner. Suddenly, someone swept my right leg out from under me.

A Minnie ball had struck the outside of my gaiters. The ball had scratched my leg, but I kept on firing.

A company of CS marines came out of the woods on our left flank and we were forced to return to the main skirmish line.

We assembled as a skirmish platoon and fired en mass at the marines. Just as quickly as they appeared the marines fled the field.

Again, we deployed out in lines to advance on the enemy canons.

Cannon s ripped into our lines and I was sent to support the left flank. As I loaded my rifle, a lead ball struck me in the left chest. It knocked me over and I rolled away from the line.

I couldn't breath and it felt like someone was standing on my chest. I expected that this was the end. I looked around and the Colonel was standing out in the open. I tried to call to him to tell him to get to the rear, but no breath would come. Then all went dark.

I awoke in the field. Remembering what had happened I pressed my hands to my chest. It felt like fire. Expecting blood to fill my tunic I looked at my hands. No blood. I ripped open my tunic and felt around. No blood. My scriptures! The bullet struck my Book Of Mormon and Bible. I always kept a Bible and Book of Mormon in my tunic pockets. My chest hurt but I survived. I got back up and started firing.

Captain Hess ran up to me and said you're dead! I saw you die! I showed him my book and he sent me to the Surgeon anyway. Not wanting to disobey orders I headed to the rear.

I found the main body or men lined up and formed for battle. I decided to fall in with some of my old company.

The main force was sent out to push the rebs off the field. With the help of superior numbers of cannons the rebs had advanced to our lines.

Keeping tight and together we marched toward the grey line.

"Pour it into them boys!"

The battle field became clouded by smoke from our muskets.

A shell ripped in a struck to my right. I felt immortal! I knew I would not die.

A good friend Pvt. Ed Randall came turned and ran to me. As Pvt. Randall assisted me to my feet he was struck by a ball in his lower leg.

I tried to help him, but he couldn't stand.

He handed me his ammo and told me to get back in line.

The battle raged on and me were falling on both sides.

I continued to fire. My rifle was heating up.

The command was given to charge and so I did. I reached for my bayonet.

I jumped the barricade and was able to detain a reb captain.

Seeing their captain in trouble, a company of rebs made a counter charge.

I was forced back to my lines to continue the fight.

A second charge was made. We took the enemy cannons. The rest of the reb force was captured or rounded up. Feeling exhausted, bruised, and lucky to be alive I headed back to the rear for water and laudanum.

As I reached the rear of our lines my body collapsed. My right leg throbbed. My chest felt like knives were stabbed into it and my head felt like it was going to burst.

As I lay there weak and in pain, Pvt. Frank (Gramps) came to check on me.


I told him I just needed a little rest. I sent him to look for our friend Pvt. Ed Randall.

The Surgeon came by to check on me.

The confederates were in good spirits. They were not happy being prisoners, but they were happy eating union food.

Nevada City was a fun event. Although the battle field is smaller, the battles are still a "blast."

Virginia City Civil War Days 2009

Virginia City is hot bed of rebel spy activity and the people are confederate sympathizers. We were dispatched to find and retrieve Union silver. The silver was taken by a small rebel force.
Our company was recovering from the last engagement. Our Captain was still in the Hospital recovering from a musket ball wound to his hip. Many of our force were convalescing. We awaited permanent replacements to replenish our force.
I was summoned to the Colonel's HQ. There I received a battle field commission to Captain to
lead the company. I was surprised and concerned. Would I have the knowledge, skills, and honor to lead this company?
To my surprise and delight, a platoon of 2nd Wisconsin Black Hats reported in for duty. They had been sent to strengthen our force. They had a reputation and history of incredible bravery
in battle. But they also had a reputation for ruckus and rowdy behavior.

Pinkerton deputies reported to the Colonel on the rebel army. The confederates were spotted in the area and were planning to commandeer a train to transport the stolen union silver. Our force was rushed to an open area to the south of Virginia City. We planned to ambush the train and take back our silver.

The boys waited and some prepared for the coming engagement.

The Colonel gave a final order to the Berdan 1st Sergeant. He and a few volunteers were ordered to board the train to take our silver back.

The artillery prepared for the upcoming ambush.

Civilians on the train feared the invading reb army who had taken over the train

As the confederate train, holding the stolen union silver, rounded the bend the rebs only saw covered wagons until suddenly our artillery revealed their true power.

After our canons fired on the engine of the train we jumped up and came at the double to ambush the rebs as they tried to protect "our" silver.

At 100 yards we formed our firing line with two flanks.

Not having a rifle was a bad feeling. Firing my pistol did not make up for a lack of a real rifle.

The rebs poured lead into our ranks. We held our positions and prepared to counter charge.

The boys stayed in rank and we progressed forward.

A canon ball blasted the field to my right and I was momentarily knocked unconscious.

"Forward, March!" My men were falling and we kept moving. We had to meet our objective.

Our boys pushed the confederates back and we found ourselves without cover.

Heat penetrated my chest and I was pushed back. I fell and felt nothing more.

After facing stiff resistance from women and cowardly rebs our boarding force secured the silver.

The coward rebs refused to take the open field and hid behind the innocent civilians.

The canons traded volleys in a thundering exchange.

Finally, the confederate artillery hit their mark.

Duncans Mills 2009

Leaving furlough I heard reports of the union going on the offensive. I had to get back to my 2nd Wisconsin Volunteer Company. I travelled to the west coast, west of Santa Rosa to the hamlet of Duncans Mills. The union encampment was tucked in a pasture back up in the hills. Red woods and California Bay trees lined the pastures.

The confederate army was camped not far away and we were going to attack in the morning. We assembled in battalion and the skirmishers went out in front of our line. The skirmish fire became continuous and the cavalry entered the fight. Southern artillery opened fire and the northern guns returned in kind.

As we marched toward the battle the column was commanded to halt. We were in sight of the reb infantry. The column counter marched to the rear and we headed back in the direction we had just marched. I'm sure the rebs thought we were running like cowards. A few miles up the road the column halted. Colonel Bispo made a difficult decision to divide his forces. He sent half his force on a circuitous march around to the flank of the enemy. The remainder of us halted and just waited.

After some time had passed we could hear the battle increase in fury and sound. Col Bispo turned the column back into the original direction and we made a rapid march back to the battle. As we came closer to the battle we could see the right flank of the enemy artillery. They had pulled there cannons forward and were firing on the other half of the union force. The other union force was engaged off to our right front. The reb artillery did not see our rapid advance until it was too late for them to react. We quickly overtook their guns and turned a few of reb guns on the other reb positions.

Although we had a tactical advantage the rebs fought like veterans. Men were hit and bleeding on both sides. I felt a ball tear into my left arm. The black hats stood strong but many were injured and killed.

Our line pressed forward and kept moving with intense fire.

After recovering from the initial shock of my wound I joined the line,

The firing was reduced to sporadic fire and the reb line fell apart.

The reb army was pushed back until they were at the outskirts of their camp. The 2nd South Caroline fled the field and ran through their camp. Finally, Col Bispo called cease fire and allowed the remaining confederates to withdraw from the field and tend to their wounded.

The Field was covered with the dead and wounded.

Sadly Corporal Vranicar was found among the dead.

Duncans Mills is set in the hills close to the coast. The fog rolls in the morning and it is blazing hot by the afternoon. The setting is beautiful and rustic. I liked the event. I think I will go next year.

Aces 4th Celebration

The Reno Aces baseball team asked our the Comstock Civil War Reenactors to participate in the Independence Day celebrations at the ball park. The theme was centered on celebrating and sustaining the US Armed Forces. We presented ourselves to the management and they were impressed with our preparation and willingness.

At the end of the game we marched out onto the field. The stadium was sold out and at capacity of 9000.

The ceremony was well produced and very patriotic. The crowed really enjoyed our portion. Later we greeted and talked with the crowd. The crowd streamed by and constantly issued thanks and thank yous to us.


Civil war, baseball, and fire works: now that is a real 4th of July!

Graeagle 2009

After recovering sufficiently from my wounds, I was released from the fields hospital. I travelled to Graeagle, CA to join my unit in time to celebrate the birth of this great union, in which we were fighting to preserve.

Time was spent setting camp and duties of the camp were assigned by our new Corporal, Corporal Josh Giurlani.

The newly promoted Corporal had us drilling and maneuvering all day.


They say that revenge is a dish served cold. I say Corporal Giurlani had revenge on me for all the wise and unprompted remarks made from my mouth towards his being.

The Colonel received reports of Reb troops in the area. The Colonel ordered the artillery forward to protect our flank.

Captain Clark called the company to attention and gave us a speech about honor and bravery when defending the flag. As regular army infantry we had heard this speech a dozen times. We were professionals before the war started and we were trained and ready to battle all the time. We did not need a rousing speech daily. I think Captain Clark talks so much to make up for the missing eye. Doctors say that when one loses a sensory organ the other organs become more acute. I don't think the Captains brain knows that talking isn't a sensory organ.

A line of rebel infantry were seen at the treeline across the pasture. We formed up and marched toward our foe. The sun was falling out of the sky. The sharp shooters took to the field in a hurry. I never understood why they were in such a hurry to die.

The thunder of cannons roared ahead of us. The smoke of the cannons did not dissipate as usual. The smoke settled in to witness this coming battle.

We progressed forward and fired. Looking through the smoke was like looking through a misty window.


As the battle went on we moved forward. We found ourselves between the Louisiana Tigers and Texans. We were outnumbered and outgunned. The rebs had more artillery than we were expecting. The fight was hot and hurried. Our men were struck by grapeshot and ball.


Suddenly I knew I was gong to die. I did not want to. A great volley tore into our line and I found myself standing with only one other man. Captain Clark was screaming at us, commanding the two of us to charge forward. I fired and yelled retreat! I turned around and made for the rear of the field. "Where are you going, get back in line!" screamed the Captain. My reply was, "I am not going to die here, for you!"
As I continued to run I felt the sting to my low back and my legs buckled. Did the Captain just shoot me in the back?
"You will die as a coward," he screamed.
Corporal Giurlani limped up to me and I asked him to roll me over. He did so and leaned me on my knapsack. As I tried to make out the battle through the smoke. I could see Captain Clark fallen and lying in an unnatural posture.

The war was over for me. I could feel no pain. I could not feel anything. I couldn't move my legs. Corporal Giurlani tended to me and then went to tend to the other wounded.

I lay there for a time and then noticed some yellow eyes watching me through the smoke. The eyes got bigger and brighter. Was this what death looks like. My hear pounded in my chest. The eyes changed to lanterns and two you girls came to me offering water. They looked like angles. I was now hoping that death was pleasant, like the two girls tending to me in the dark.

The Surgeon walked up and wanted to inspect my back injury. A stretcher bearer helped him roll me over. He made a quick evaluation and said that the ball must not be deep and he would have to remove it. Fired coursed through my back as he probed into my back and then all went black.

Graeagle was a great venue. The scenery is fantastic and the fireworks following the night battle are really bright. I look forward to it every year!

2009 Carson City Rendezvous

The Carson City Rendezvous is an annual celebration of Carson City, mountain men, gun fighters, but especially the civil war. If it wasn't for the war between the states,Nevada would not have become a state, Carson City would not have grown and we wouldn't have the rendezvous today. Thank you our noble Union Army!

A notice went out to the local hamlets and towns calling all men to rally to the flag of the Union. Confederate agents and soldiers had een scouted in the area and had hreatened to take control of the state capital. We setup camp in the middle of the town a few blocks from the state capital building.

We were called to assembly and the Colonel addressed all present. Though are numbers were few it was up to us to protect the capital. It was up to us to drive the confederates out of the city and destroy them. He said reinforcements were on their way but they are probably three days away.

We were quickly dismissed when a wounded scout was brought in. The boy was shot in the belly. I thought he already was dead, but the surgeon went to work trying to save the boys life.

The boy survived the surgery but died later in the night. Before the scout lost all consciousness he reported reb movement coming from the west of our position.

We formed up and headed west.

Our company was marched in column toward the west to attend against the enemy. We were being sent as skirmishers in force. If we could stop the rebs further out from the capital building it would give us more room for defense. As we entered the clearing we found the enemy waiting for us. Their canons roared and we moved to the rear while our canons were brought forward to contest our foe.

After a lengthy barrage from our canons we marched on to the field.

A small company of Rebs marched out to meet us. They fired a volley at us but luckily no one was hit. The must have been shooting smooth bore muskets. The rifling of our barrels gave us more accuracy at a longer distance. Sharp Shooter Ehrman demonstrated exceptional skills and equipment when he scored a hit to the Reb Colonel. The Colonel fell to the earth, writhing and moaning.

We added our own insult by firing a volley at the angered grey mob.

We taunted those boys and slowly advanced on them.


They ran to a breastwork at the double and hid behind it.


We advanced toward the breastwork. As we came within 50 yards there canons opened up and we dropped to our knees. The Captain gave the command,"Ready, aim, Fire!"

"Rise," he said and we continued our advance.

We fired a volley and continued forward.

A howling and shrill rose up which made my spine tingle. Then like wild wolves they lept over the breastwork and were at a full run towards us. We did not have time to reload. We returned with our own war cry, a deeper, guttural cry and like warriors of olden times we ran towards the on coming grey beasts.

Primal yells, thrashing of bayonets and rifles, and the blood and sweat of men dominated the field.




A big feller from Virginia single me out and we clashed. He charged, I parried. I charged, he blocked. Then I was struck on my side. I fell to my knees.

Lightning struck my skull. I was disoriented and knew I would receive a bayonet in the side. Private Erwin, my lucky Scottsman, charged in and threw himself at the Virginian.

My vision cleared and my attacker was gone. Boom! Boom! Boom! Cannons on both sides opened fire on this mass of struggling bodies. Men were falling and dying. Shrapnel sliced through my thigh and I fell. That lucky Scottsman had the Reb colors and was running from a cavalry rider. I thought to myself, "Erwin is going to survive this war." Then I could think no more.

The Carson City Rendezvous was a fun and action packed event. I enjoyed my first large hand-to-hand combat scenario. I hope we do it again next year. Some great new recruits showed up and really added to the event.

Roaring Camp 2009

On the coast of California, South of San Fransisco, you will find beaches, boardwalks, bums, and civil war ghosts. I am one of the ghosts and this is the story of my death.

The Golden State was an important source of material wealth to the Union during the war between the states, The Civil War. The South became aware of the importance California's gold played in helping the North pay for the war and so they wanted in on it. As a result a special force was sent to steal and plunder Union Gold before it could be sent to Washington. For once Pinkerton had reliable information, obtained from his spy network, and President Lincoln dispatched a Union Force to intercept the southern threat.

The Iron Brigade was sent to stop the threat. We arrived in Santa Cruz, CA on the 20th of May, 1863. We marched six miles to the train depot, Roaring Camp, and set up camp.






























The Colonel's wife is a fine lady and she has commissioned a number of woman to assist in the camp. Boy, these fine ladies can cook. It makes me a little homesick.






























































A picket line was arrayed around our camp. Union cavalry reported confederate forces to our east not far away. We prepared and waited.

A large shipment of Union gold arrived at the Train Depot to depart on the 25th. Lt. Colonel Bispo made a speech about the importance of the Gold and we must make sure this Gold makes it to its destination. His speech was full of vim and vinegar and lasted two hours.


































In the morning we woke to fog blanketing the ground. It was like we stood next to the smoking gates of hell. It was an erie feeling not knowing what awaited us in the fog.

My unit was sent out as skirmishers.












We were able to push there skirmishers back. Our joy was subdued when we found out that a few replacements were killed in the fight. We expected a counter attack. The sun burned the fog away to reveal empty field with a few dead rebs. The rest of the day was uneventful.
















I awoke early the next day to sound of canon fire.




































The rebs were attacking from the east. The whole brigade was quickly assembled and formed into battle lines. The Colonel implored us to hold our positions.


















A big grey line emerged out of the line of trees to our east. Like ghosts out of the mist these southern apparitions appeared. They raised there rifles and fired. It was so early in the morning and I could see the vapor trail of these balls. It was like a swarm of bees sent out from the grey ghosts.














"Ready, aim, Fire, load." screamed the Major.














We advanced forward, firing, forward and continued to fire. The Rebs suddenly retreated back into the tree line. As quickly as it had started it was all over. Our brigade cheered in relief.
















I congratulated myself on surviving another battle. The men of the Iron Brigade were known for there bravery. Unfortunately, they were also known for holding out and holding on until the last man. Many a good man have died holding to the last man in battles that started like this.

Boom! A shell ignited behind our line. The battle was back on! Flame ignited from the tree line. Then the grey line flowed toward us at a run.















I looked around and found four men to my left were lying in a heap. I raised my rifle, aimed at the mass, and fired. As I reloaded I heard the sick sound of a round hitting flesh. Big John grunted and fell. I raised my rifle and the grey mass was no longer a blur but the rebs were plain to see, for they were close. I fired. As the smoke cleared I could see the line of men now less than 60 yards away. Heat penetrated my neck and I found myself falling. I tried to put my arms out to catch myself but my arms wouldn't move. I landed on my side. I couldn't get my breath. It was hard to breath. I felt sweat on my face and chin. It was hot and sticky. No, that was blood, my blood. Blackness closed in from the sides. Before the blackness veiled my vision completely, the Sargent's face appeared next to me. He wasn't looking back at me. I tried to scream to him but all I heard was this wet sound. He was dead and I knew it. I was dead and I knew it. Then blackness filled everything.















Although the battle field was small the event was a lot of fun. A lot of people attended the event throughout the weekend. The Colonel and his staff provided some new and educational drills.

Monday we were able to provide Honor Guard detail for the City of Santa Cruz at the Grand Army of the Republic Cemetery. Roaring Camp also recognized and honored the fallen heroes of the past.

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Las Mariposas Civil War Days

After a long trek in our horseless wagon we arrived in the Mariposa area. A small civilian tent city was center for the upcoming campaign against the Sesech army.

With the news of an approaching reb army I joined the 7th W. Virginia infantry. President Lincoln was visiting, so the Brigade stood for a grand review.

The president gave a short and fiery speech and the boys were ready to fight.

A large dust cloud formed off to the southwest and some rebel scouts were seen over the ridge. We formed into three companies and my company was held in reserve. While we waited we heard the cannon fire and popping of musketry. Hearing the continuous cannons firing I had a bad feeling. I had only seen 6 cannons in our camp and now I heard at least a dozen firing. The rebs came prepared to battle and probably had some US artillery in their hands. Just as I figured we were outnumbered and outgunned some cannons were rushed forward.

A mounted messenger came up at a full gallop and we were sent up to battle at the double quick.

As we cleared the crest we could see the reb infantry at the bottom of the hill. We were on good ground. We were on the hill and we could fire down on our enemy. Like it always is, our commanders couldn't see good ground in front of their own eyes. We were ordered down the hill into the bottom of the gully. To my amazement the rebs pulled back and so we pushed forward.

Suddenly, musket fire was coming from our right flank. The rebs set a trap and we took the bait. We made an orderly retreat and fell back to the gully. Just as we readied to counter attack we received musket fire from our left flank. We found we were surrounded on three sides. We made a right face to right flank march and the reb cavalry came over the hill. We had no choice and surrendered to those cunning southern foxes.

We were sent to the reb camp and they put us to work. Even the drummer boys were force to do hard work.

Later that day, the guards posted to watch us, got into some confiscated corn whiskey and that is when we made our escape. Three of us were able to get back to our lines and we found ourselves thrown back into battle. This time the lead was coming fast and hot and we returned

obligingly. We were given filled cartridge boxes with forty cartridges.

My rifle heated up and I was able to fire Minne every 20 seconds. I quickly found that I was running low on ammunition and I was able to acquire more cartridges from the dead and fallen around me. The sun was setting and I knew that would help us hold on. After the sky darkened we were marched back to camp. Unfortunately, we happened to march across a temporary hospital under some large oaks. The wounded were lined up on blankets all around. Men were crying and moaning. The smell was that of body fluids, blood and sweat.

That night we slept on our rifles ready for reb attack in the morning.

Early we were formed into line.

The Col. was sending us to an early attack, a surprise attack, if possible.

We advanced stealthily and quickly towards the reb lines. We marched about 300 yards across a large pasture and into the tree lines. We met a few reb pickets in the trees but they made a retreat toward their camp. As we came out of the trees into the next pasture we could see long grey lines formed ready to meet us in battle. We marched loaded and fired. Then we loaded and continued marching toward that grey line. They didn't move and none of them fired at us.

The Lt. ordered us to fix bayonets. Then he yelled "Charge!" We took off running toward the line and when we were within 30 yards the whole reb line fired upon us. Men went down and our line stopped charging. I reloaded and looked up and my company had turned and were running. I could see no sense in paying the butcher bill by myself so I fired, turned and joined the other two black hats of our mishmash company. It must have been a sight. Of our company only a few of us were able to retreat in order. Three black hats of the Old Iron Brigade fired and retreated, fired and retreated and continued until the rebs stopped advancing. Some of our boys must have continued running until they were back at camp. I remember hearing the Major cursing at some boys when they were running away. I don't blame them. I understood. I was not going to die for that Major or any other incompetent officer that day. When will we get our own Bobby Lee?

The rest of the brigade returned to camp about the same time I did. It looked like we had lost about a third of our company. Many were wounded but a lot were missing. They probably decided they were done fighting this war and they went home.

The remaining members were sent out as skirmishers into the beginning of the second pasture just exiting the treeline. Some reb marines were deployed as skirmishers opposite our line.

We advanced and fired on their lines and they returned in kind. We continued to push back and the marines left the field. A few minutes later the reformed brigade advanced behind us en mass.

Our skirmishing line held and we continued to fire our rifles with all we had.

To great excitement we found a whole brigade of reb infantry appear on our left flank. Our skirmishing line was ordered into company line and we were ordered to hold the flank at all costs.

The reb fire was accurate and deadly. Before long our numbers were decimated. We were going to hold this line to the last man. It was like we stirred up a hornets nest. Buzzing, zipping, and hissing sounds filled the air, then the gruesome sound of a round hitting flesh. As men fell I tried to load and fire as quickly as possible. I was back with my 2nd Wisconsin boys and we were keeping the reputation. I felt a smile form on my face and then the wind was knocked out of me and I felt heat in my chest. On my side, I rolled to see my badger brothers but they had fallen. Sargent Hinton was lifeless and Big John V had a large blood stain on his back and then...

Mariposa was great! The natural setting and scenery of this event made this event feel realistic. I enjoyed the location and the battlefield. I would love to return to Las Mariposas again.

Reenactors are odd ducks!

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Fort Point Garrison

We travelled to San Francisco to the Golden Gate of the bay. Under the great bridge, the fort stands protecting the bay from confederate raiders.

Soon after mustering in I was assigned to the 2nd Wisconsin Volunteer Infantry Company H. They are known as the "Black Hats" because of their use of the Hardee hat.

Our squad was assigned color guard duty. We raised the flag.

The Garrison fell in for role call and business. A telegraph was received indicating probable confederate spy activity in the area. The fort housed a significant amount of gold and it was believed that the gold might have been a target for the confederate activity.

The guards invested keen interest in all who entered or exited the fort.

After a short visit to the Garrison quartermaster, our day of drills began.

Throughout the day different civilians and infantry personal were questioned and some arrests were made.

To break up the monotony of the day the Garrison band entertains.

Local dignitaries and civilians visited the fort.

Captain Hess instructed the men on Bayonet Drill and Infantry Skirmishing.

At one point I observed Cadet training.

The time I spent at the Fort was interesting and educational. Garrison duty is filled with long hours of drills and waiting. Food is good and the quarters are spacious. It beats shelter halves any day.

In 1865 the Confederate Navy sent to Gun Boats around the horn to attack the bay. Fortunately a British vessel informed the Reb Navy that the war had ended. We will never know how well I would have defended that fort if the Rebs showed up.

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Fort Point
San Francisco, California
January 31-February 1, 2009

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Fort Point and the Civil War
Throughout the Civil War, artillerymen at Fort Point stood guard for an enemy that never came. The Confederate raider CSS Shenandoah planned to attack San Francisco, but on the way to the harbor the captain learned that the war was over; it was August 1865.Severe damage to similar forts on the Atlantic Coast during the war - Fort Sumter in South Carolina and Fort Pulaski in Georgia - challenged the effectiveness of masonry walls against rifled artillery. Troops soon moved out of Fort Point, and it was never again continuously occupied by the Army. The fort was nonetheless important enough to receive protection from the elements.In 1869 a granite seawall was completed. The following year, some of the fort's cannon were moved to Battery East on the bluffs nearby, where they were more protected. In 1882 Fort Point was officially named Fort Winfield Scott after the famous hero from the war against Mexico. The name never caught on and was later applied to an artillery post at the Presidio.

Las Vegas Event 2008

I was under the impression that my soldier impressions were over for the year. Monday October 27 my wife called and asked me if I wanted to go to the Las Vegas reenactment? Of course, I did not have a choice. I told her I would make the sacrifice to go if she so wished. Our kids got out of school early on Thursday so we drove down to St. George, UT. Saturday morning we travelled to Red Rock Canyon, S.W. of Las Vegas. We must have travelled through some worm hole or time warp because we entered 1863. I found the Union Army camped in a field on Spring Mountain Ranch. I noticed some civilian children playing near by. Click on map to enlarge.
I reported to the Commanders tent. I was ordered to join other nomad infantry. I found out that our company was made up of men back from hospital or leave. We became our own company, "Friedmann's Orphans. We named ourselves after an old veteran 1st Sarg. named A. Friedmann. He is a rough, cussing, and tempered old soldier. If he has survived this war this long, I planned to follow him closely.The First Sarg. drilled our company until we were more than proficient. A few men had not learned about some Fire commands . So we practiced fire by rank, fire by company and my favorite fire by file. In the latter, being tall and tend to be rear rank I enjoy fire by file. Simply explained is when there is front and rear rows we do not fire by rows or the whole group, we fire by pairs. Being in the rear rank, I lower my rifle over the shoulder of the man in front of me and give the command to fire. Only the man in front of me and I will fire. The pair to our left will do like wise once we are finished firing. This continues down the line giving my front rank partner and I time to load and come to ready to fire. Then I command fire again. A good soldier should be able to fire every 20 seconds. Fire by company means all fire at same time. Fire by rank means either the command is given for front or rear rank to fire.

The first battle was short, at lease for us. It started with skirmishers (some sharp shooters that I recognized.) The cavalry joined the fight. Cannons were brought up from the rear.The first company entered the field and pressed the the Alabama boys back to their cannon lines. I have to admit those Mobile boys were the sharpest dressed and best drilled southern line I had ever seen.

The southern cannons fired canister shot and the whole company was decimated.
A second company was called forward and they experienced the same outcome.

Finally, our company was called forward. It made no sense. We were making a frontal assault on their cannon line. I was sure this would end in a massacre.

The Union Commander didn't have to worry about a fourth wave, because most of his men were dead. We formed up again for a salute. Click on pic to Enlarge

President Lincoln gave a moving address.
A second battle went much smoother. Our company was ordered to take the cannons. The First Sarg. marched us around in a wide arc to the southern flank of our foe. The rest of our battalion engaged with the Mobil boys and we were able to take the cannons. "Huzzah! Huzzah! Huzzah for Friedmann's Orphans!" The weather turned for the worst and it rained all night with great gusts of wind. I wore my kepi so it wouldn't blow away in the gusts.For the third battle the Commanders decided to attack as one line. The union artillery started with fury. Southern cannons returned with vengeance. The Mobile boys fought back hard. Their artillery was more accurate. The Commander sent our company to strike at the big guns. The rest of the battalion fractured.
Ducking and weaving to avoid cannon fire we made our way to their southern flank again.
We eliminated their cannon crews and others surrendered
After all the senseless killing and death on this ranch, we decided to negotiate the a temporary cease fire. After talking to some of the boys from Mobile I found out they weren't land owners or slave holders. I asked one fella why he was fighting us since he wasn't a slave owner or land owner. His reply was, "Because you boys came to our land to fight.
Spring Mountain Ranch was spectacular. I hope Nevada Day falls on a weekend that correlates with this event in the future. I will be there.

Fresno October 2008

During our visit to Nevada City the Battalion Commander invited us to attend the up coming Fresno event. He described it as bigger and better. After arriving home and speaking with my family we decided we would make a mini vacation out of the Fresno event.

I arrived Saturday morning to Kearney Park. It was a beautiful 158 acre park filled with grass, trees, an old mansion and other buildings. I was told that an old confederate owned the property at one time.

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Private Edwards had made the trip and we reported to the Battalion commander. We were assigned to the 2nd Wisconsin Black Hats. Similar to the US regulars they wear the frock coat and Hardee hat. They wear Gators at their shins .

I set up my "Dog Tent" next to the other tents of my new company. We refer to our "Shelter 1/2" as the dog tent because it is about the right size for a dog. During our campaign I carry one shelter 1/2 and button it to another 1/2 to make a complete tent.
We spent time learning the new Manual of Arms. Normally we use Hardee methods for arms, but 2nd Wisconsin uses Scott's Manual of Arms. It took a few minutes adapting to the different commands of instruction. From the simple "order arms" to "right shoulder shift" and "fix bayonet" were slightly different then our home company arms drill. We also had practice learning another drill method at Nevada City. So to summarize it all we have learned three manual of arms in three events.
After cleaning our rifles and gear the command was given to break camp. We were going to march onto Charleston. The three union battalions formed up into one marching column and we started our march. Our forward scouts encountered rebel troops and we could hear the echo of rifle fire. I could not tell how far away the fight was but it must have been a few miles. Sometimes we can not hear rifle and cannon fire just a few miles away. The captain has explained this oddity as an acoustic shadow. I thought that the small company of Berdann sharp shooters were probably in on the action.

Our column halted and bugles sounded. The Cavalry shot past us on their way into the forward battle.
Our column continued at a quick pace toward the sound of the battle. Not too long after the Cavalry joined the fight we saw the artillery brought forward. We could hear and then feel the percussion of the big guns. That meant the battle was close.
I could smell the battle before I saw it. Our column rounded the corner and three battalions separated into three firing lines. Our battalion took center of the the field behind our cannons.
Like an invisible hand sweeping over our line a few men went down.
Off to the east I saw the southern lines forming. Our march shaped up to be the biggest battle I have ever seen. I hoped I'd make it through.
We advanced toward our foe and then fired upon them.
Smoke, cannon fire, rifle fire and men screaming made it hard to understand commands. Some men were confused and maybe scared. As I fired I saw grey coats fall but then men were falling around me. The surgeon was trying to evacuate the wounded. The cadet corp made an effort to bandage the wounded and provide water to the dying.

We drove the rebels back. They broke ranks and a few of them ran away. I hoped they run back to the bayou they crawled out of.

It looked like the rebs were regrouping and they disappeared. The battle was over.

After attending to the wounded we formed up again. We received a surprise inspection from The President. Fighting Abe came to address the boys. We gave him a salute. The Colonel commanded, "Strike tents." I was worried about a counter attack, and voiced my opinion to the First Sarg. He told me to, "Leave the thinking to the Colonel and keep you rifle clean and ready."

The next morning the bugle sounded. The South was marching toward camp. I got up and ready to go. We formed up and marched to meet our brothers from the south. The battle was similar to yesterday. It seemed like we gained the upper hand and marched quickly toward the fleeing rebs. Then I saw it. They had wheeled two dozen cannons from the tree line. "Kneel boys!" screamed our First Sarg. We got down. Angry thunder echoed. It happened so fast. A cannon ball exploded into our line. From my peripheral I saw my company go down. Then I saw nothing.

"Recall!, recall, recall," crowed the Sarg. Major. It was over.

We battled two more times. Each time the battle had a new story, unique challenges, and great memories. I plan on returning next year.

Photographs from Private Edwards:

Nevada City September 2008

Following the great experience of Virginia City I did not want to believe that the year was over. Sure enough I found an event in Nevada City, CA only two weeks away. I called up Pvt. Edwards and we headed to Nevada City.

We formed up with the 79th New York Cameron Highlanders Company "C" Volunteer Infantry.
This event was larger than what I had seen yet. It was close to 100 union infantry and 4 cannon crews. The Rebs had about 80 infantry and about a dozen cannons.

Marching en mass was great. As the whole battalion marched in unison it made quite a thunder.
The first battle ended quickly and I was unable to dispatch one rebel.

During the second battle battle I felt heat hit my left arm. The pain was bearable. The surgeon patched my arm and I was back in with my company. We advanced down the battle field and I felt a Mine' ball tear through the flesh of my right lower leg. I found myself face down. The pain was great but I found that I could still move my toes and ankle. I crawled back to my company. It was slow and painful, but I made it back in line. Finally, back with my company I raised my rifle and fired. They always say three times the charm. A third ball hit me square in the chest. Everything went white.


At the end of the second battle we formed a line and gave a final salute. A moment of silence was held for the active military of today. The names of the active and deceased servicemen were read aloud. A great event in a nice location.

Virginia City Civil War Days 2008

The Comstock Civil War Reenactors Association presented the Virginia City Civil War Days on August 30 - September 1, 2008. The event was home to many sights and scenes from 1863.

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The event features three days of civilian and military camp demonstrations, battle train action, parade, followed by a street battle. everything is close-up and personal.

Our company has been assigned escort for the Union silver coming out of the mining camps in the Nevada territory. We boarded the train. As the train leaves the station the cloud of steam and smoke that bathes us is a reminder of the true danger that may lay ahead. Surveying the countryside I made the remark to our captain, "Where are all the animals? It's a little too quiet Captain."
Ambush! Canon fire signals ambush and the train came to a halt. Our artillery returned fire from canons loaded on flat cars of the train. Then our company peeled out of the cars to protect the civilians and the silver.

We were met with stiff resistance. We formed three lines along the length of the train and returned musket volleys.


We made forward progress and repelled the rebels to their rear positions. The battle is chaotic and harsh! As we closed in on the shaken rebel lines I saw the canons too late and they fired upon us.







We were ordered back to form up with what is left of our decimated company. The rebels appeared like apparitions and somehow we were totally surrounded. Our captain told us to, "Give it up boys." I gave up my rifle. They ordered us to go to our knees and pray to God.

A man next to me screamed, jumped to his feet and ran like a deer. The reb next to me raised his rifle and shot him in the back. I tried to grab the Johnny Rebs arm but it was too late. We all knew that we were going to die. The captain sent word to make a run for it on his command. "Long live the Union!" shouted the captain. I was up and running as hard as I ever had in my life. We all screamed and it sounded like a horrible howl. I heard the boom of the infantry rifles and then the hot poker to my back. Instantly I could not feel my legs. I fell hard to my side and front. My battle was over.
Recall was ordered. We returned to the train.

The next morning we marched into Virginia City to occupy the town. The towns folk were displeased with our presence. The Colonel sent word that if any woman showed us disrespect by dumping chamber pots on us as we marched or exclaimed any hostile words, he would allow us to exact our own justice on the offending woman. Fortunately as we paraded into town we experience no ill manners.

Cries came out from down the street. The 14th Virginia advanced on the town. "Brigade, on me!" shouted the Colonel. I hastily got into formation. We moved toward the rebs.
Just as I thought we might be dominant in our pursuit. Like jack rabbits there numbers doubled. We were forced back until...

I fired my rifle as fast as I could. It sounded like angry bees flying around my head until I realized that those sounds were not angry bees but deadly Mine' ball...

After recall I was told that only a private and the Colonel were spared all the rest were slaughtered.

I am not sure if it was the close up battle or the outcome of the battle that caused such a joyous cheer in the town. In response made a final salute. A soldiers life consists of long periods of boredom punctuated by short periods of extreme terror.

"private, are you looking at my bad eye?"

With a face like this, I don't think I can wait 362 days until the next Virginia City event.