So turns out I might be more like my Dad than I originally thought. I went to a Civil War Reenactment on Sunday of my own free will. And I was there alone for the most part. Mike met up with me after lunch with his family, but the battle was over and it was right in time to go home. Part of me thinks he planned it that way.
When I was younger my Dad used to drag me to battle fields and war reenactments all across the East Coast of the US, but mostly in Europe. Sure, sometimes they were fun. Like when I got to buy wooden swords or shields or fun hats (I was actually a little boy apparently?), but usually I was apathetic and pouty and would much rather have been watching Viva La Bam back at home. Ugh. Teenagers.
Anyway, the two hours I spent watching the last day of the Battle of Aiken was probably one of the coolest things I’ve done here. Now I don’t really know the history behind it (I do know the Union lost), and the only real reason I could tell their uniforms apart was because I went to Kappa Alpha’s Old South Ball in college. If you’re dying to know more about it, read an outline here.
For whatever reason, I took approximately 134138943 photos of this man.
I was standing stupidly close to these cannons. And every time they shot one, I would look to the far end of the field, almost expecting to see a cannon ball take out some soldiers or explode into the ground. This happened 5 or 6 times until I forced myself to acknowledge that they were not in fact launching cannon balls during a reenactment because that would be plain unsafe.
Even though there were no bullets and all the guns were shooting blanks, all battles have casualties, fake or not. Thank goodness for the great acting skills of these fine men (and women).
There’s an out of focus picture of me just for good measure.
Isn’t war fun?
On the way home I drove down South Boundary and snapped a picture of the famous Oak canopy. It’s easily the prettiest part of Aiken.