Post by bonhommearmonica on Aug 29, 2015 0:20:16 GMT -6
Journal Page--
July 29, 1861,
Two years ago, I ended up back from 2012... In the body of one of my ancestors apparently. I am not going to lie.. I thought I was smart and could easily get by. (If your out there mama forgive me) I made my stake in poker.
I managed to build a thriving business within six months.
Got it burned down by southern sympathizers. They were upset over me hiring African Americans. I paid for the work valued above what others were paying. White, black, china-man, and Indian I paid on the basis of work and not color. Before they burned it I had a second smithy opened and was building a new production line.
Well my response was not kind. I used my Ferguson rifles to great effect. I sent them to talk to their makers them being good Christians.
In anger,I went to Dc and called in my donation favor. I got a rank of Captain in the US Army.These morons didnt train any of these guys worth crap. I knew basics and put on a show Ermey would have proud of. I cussed till I was blue in the face. I got the Sargent they had given me, making him go quiet. I took an inventory of every man their and paid for the paper to create an addition file.
Honestly, I was very scared. It was dawning on me what I was getting into. I had to push it out of me.. I replayed my first day from bootcamp in my head. I remembered to make notes of health issues.
Know that this was going to be ugly. I took my men to the quartermaster and ended up getting our gear. (it caused me a few issues but my 3 Sargents were glad.. boots and food are a plus.. )
I made more then a few officers mad due to my, "ungentlemanly conduct." I gained a reputation for no nonsense type leadership and strict discipline. I had all the men shaved butt naked and smooth as a baby's rear. (to kill bugs and lice was my excuse.)
The CO visited and approved as he watched the men go through mini-basic drills. Which made me unpopular among some of the Ring bearers from west point. ( which by the way I now have four of those rings) (lol- which they will not get back for awhile) I had insisted on the men exercising every morning and evening. (The sore point was I jogged with them)
I refused stupidity from higher ranks and spent the time trying to get commands drilled into the enlisted heads
(I did not have enough time... god I feel like a failure, men died because I got angry over stupid morons)
This comes to the whole reason I am writing this.
Well I screwed up royally and I ended up at the Battle of bull Run. A long story... I am being called some kind of hero.. The truth I got separated from the rest of command.. (I was more used to modern coms then I thought)
I found out land Nav is a lot more important then I thought... ( i had to have the Sargent lead them-- which he did without notice to the men)
Long short of it, I was afraid. Bullets everywhere and then everything went to crap. The idiots in charge thought they could end this quickly. Then after a while of firing (I held my men and guarded the area we were assigned). I watched nervously.
My Sargent put his hand on my soldier and calmed down.
"Sir, the men do not need to see you this way."
I had to tell him its not fear. He grimaced as I spoke. Sargent Williams (served in mexico as a private) trusted me after he watched my behavior. (he told me after I handled the supply issue he would follow me) He told me I had a military flair but not from any military he recognized. ( by the third week he guessed some naval service)
"I got a bad feeling, Sargent. Keep the men calm but get ready. They are gonna come right at us."
Sargent Williams took in a deep breath, "You heard the Captain, get ready?"
"Go ahead and attach bayonets, Sargent. Tell the men to get into the square we discussed."
Several of the officers looking on laughed as we did this. They made fun of my men. The Sargent had adopted more of the Drill instructor attitude, "You heard the captain. Attach bayonets."
At least the Sargent had command of the men well in hand. They lined up in three deep square.
Sure enough the Union forces retreated under the southern Leadership onslaught. With in the next thirty minutes, the men were running.
A Major went riding buy screaming retreat, I was tempted to shoot him.
I want you to know I regretted making this decision to join in anger. I had to push it out of my mind and focus on the present.
I got to see one of the greats in action. It was liking watching Montana in the Superbowl. Some of it was boring but you knew what was going on.
On the back of a beautiful horse, I spied who I know was only one man, General Stonewall Jackson. He had just repulsed the union forces and was chasing them.
I smiled and took aim, and fired. (Hey I did have a scope on my rifle) I must say he was not meant to die. I got the horse and not the man.
He saw my men and ordered his men to assault us.
We put them through a mini-grinder. (one fires, two aims, three reloads)
I was able to fire out our ammo and we made them pause. Some of the others running enlisted stop running and joined us. I spent the time promoting the Sargent and trying to organize a stand. Williams was my anchor and scared more of the fresh faces. ( he pulled the sidearm I had gave him and said if they disobeyed he would kill them first)
We held for twenty more minutes till a runner arrived. The Colonel had asked if I would be so kind as to pull his surviving men back. So I did not get flanked and slaughtered.
(Thank god the confederate cannon was busy elsewhere. Otherwise, I would have rolled with the others myself )
We fell back, and it appeared just in time. I apparently had pissed off the confederates. Stonewall had organized another push and was gunning right back at us. The union cannon barked and I swear to god that man was trying to kill me with a look. I could feel his hatred with me only thinking, Great I have one of the great military officers of the era mad at me.
The Colonel Greeted me and my men. He saluted me and wanted to talk.
Apparently word had spread of what my men had done. I had bought time for some such reinforcements to do some god knows what. He saw my arm was bleeding when he had put his hand on my shoulder.
My last thought had been of me just replacing some other historical event.
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I woke up in a command tent with clean bandages on my arm. ( I had made kit with sterile as I could get it cotton and grain alcohol with instructions)
The Colonel greeted me with an even bigger smile. Apparently The blood loss had got me for a day.
I asked about my men per the requirements. They were enjoying hero status for holding off the confederates. Eating well, drinking, and enjoying life (till Master Sargent Williams took them out for a nature stroll this morning. He had laughed as they puked)
He told me I was up for Major. Word had reached DC from the confederate papers that some Captain in the unions command had tried to kill The now legendary Stonewall Jackson. They had got his horse instead and he was offering a reward for a horse killer.
Then the briefing the surprisingly intelligent master Sargent had given, included the fact that the Captain had shot a General off his horse.
Word had spread through the whole camp and some newspapers had picked it up. The Colonel's best guess was that the war department would make use of this information. Till then get prepared, I had made hero..
Lets just say I used the pain in my arm to hide my feelings over this lovely news. (More work, bigger sign on my back, and slightly out of my element)
Great!
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July 29, 1861,
Two years ago, I ended up back from 2012... In the body of one of my ancestors apparently. I am not going to lie.. I thought I was smart and could easily get by. (If your out there mama forgive me) I made my stake in poker.
I managed to build a thriving business within six months.
Got it burned down by southern sympathizers. They were upset over me hiring African Americans. I paid for the work valued above what others were paying. White, black, china-man, and Indian I paid on the basis of work and not color. Before they burned it I had a second smithy opened and was building a new production line.
Well my response was not kind. I used my Ferguson rifles to great effect. I sent them to talk to their makers them being good Christians.
In anger,I went to Dc and called in my donation favor. I got a rank of Captain in the US Army.These morons didnt train any of these guys worth crap. I knew basics and put on a show Ermey would have proud of. I cussed till I was blue in the face. I got the Sargent they had given me, making him go quiet. I took an inventory of every man their and paid for the paper to create an addition file.
Honestly, I was very scared. It was dawning on me what I was getting into. I had to push it out of me.. I replayed my first day from bootcamp in my head. I remembered to make notes of health issues.
Know that this was going to be ugly. I took my men to the quartermaster and ended up getting our gear. (it caused me a few issues but my 3 Sargents were glad.. boots and food are a plus.. )
I made more then a few officers mad due to my, "ungentlemanly conduct." I gained a reputation for no nonsense type leadership and strict discipline. I had all the men shaved butt naked and smooth as a baby's rear. (to kill bugs and lice was my excuse.)
The CO visited and approved as he watched the men go through mini-basic drills. Which made me unpopular among some of the Ring bearers from west point. ( which by the way I now have four of those rings) (lol- which they will not get back for awhile) I had insisted on the men exercising every morning and evening. (The sore point was I jogged with them)
I refused stupidity from higher ranks and spent the time trying to get commands drilled into the enlisted heads
(I did not have enough time... god I feel like a failure, men died because I got angry over stupid morons)
This comes to the whole reason I am writing this.
Well I screwed up royally and I ended up at the Battle of bull Run. A long story... I am being called some kind of hero.. The truth I got separated from the rest of command.. (I was more used to modern coms then I thought)
I found out land Nav is a lot more important then I thought... ( i had to have the Sargent lead them-- which he did without notice to the men)
Long short of it, I was afraid. Bullets everywhere and then everything went to crap. The idiots in charge thought they could end this quickly. Then after a while of firing (I held my men and guarded the area we were assigned). I watched nervously.
My Sargent put his hand on my soldier and calmed down.
"Sir, the men do not need to see you this way."
I had to tell him its not fear. He grimaced as I spoke. Sargent Williams (served in mexico as a private) trusted me after he watched my behavior. (he told me after I handled the supply issue he would follow me) He told me I had a military flair but not from any military he recognized. ( by the third week he guessed some naval service)
"I got a bad feeling, Sargent. Keep the men calm but get ready. They are gonna come right at us."
Sargent Williams took in a deep breath, "You heard the Captain, get ready?"
"Go ahead and attach bayonets, Sargent. Tell the men to get into the square we discussed."
Several of the officers looking on laughed as we did this. They made fun of my men. The Sargent had adopted more of the Drill instructor attitude, "You heard the captain. Attach bayonets."
At least the Sargent had command of the men well in hand. They lined up in three deep square.
Sure enough the Union forces retreated under the southern Leadership onslaught. With in the next thirty minutes, the men were running.
A Major went riding buy screaming retreat, I was tempted to shoot him.
I want you to know I regretted making this decision to join in anger. I had to push it out of my mind and focus on the present.
I got to see one of the greats in action. It was liking watching Montana in the Superbowl. Some of it was boring but you knew what was going on.
On the back of a beautiful horse, I spied who I know was only one man, General Stonewall Jackson. He had just repulsed the union forces and was chasing them.
I smiled and took aim, and fired. (Hey I did have a scope on my rifle) I must say he was not meant to die. I got the horse and not the man.
He saw my men and ordered his men to assault us.
We put them through a mini-grinder. (one fires, two aims, three reloads)
I was able to fire out our ammo and we made them pause. Some of the others running enlisted stop running and joined us. I spent the time promoting the Sargent and trying to organize a stand. Williams was my anchor and scared more of the fresh faces. ( he pulled the sidearm I had gave him and said if they disobeyed he would kill them first)
We held for twenty more minutes till a runner arrived. The Colonel had asked if I would be so kind as to pull his surviving men back. So I did not get flanked and slaughtered.
(Thank god the confederate cannon was busy elsewhere. Otherwise, I would have rolled with the others myself )
We fell back, and it appeared just in time. I apparently had pissed off the confederates. Stonewall had organized another push and was gunning right back at us. The union cannon barked and I swear to god that man was trying to kill me with a look. I could feel his hatred with me only thinking, Great I have one of the great military officers of the era mad at me.
The Colonel Greeted me and my men. He saluted me and wanted to talk.
Apparently word had spread of what my men had done. I had bought time for some such reinforcements to do some god knows what. He saw my arm was bleeding when he had put his hand on my shoulder.
My last thought had been of me just replacing some other historical event.
_____________________________________
I woke up in a command tent with clean bandages on my arm. ( I had made kit with sterile as I could get it cotton and grain alcohol with instructions)
The Colonel greeted me with an even bigger smile. Apparently The blood loss had got me for a day.
I asked about my men per the requirements. They were enjoying hero status for holding off the confederates. Eating well, drinking, and enjoying life (till Master Sargent Williams took them out for a nature stroll this morning. He had laughed as they puked)
He told me I was up for Major. Word had reached DC from the confederate papers that some Captain in the unions command had tried to kill The now legendary Stonewall Jackson. They had got his horse instead and he was offering a reward for a horse killer.
Then the briefing the surprisingly intelligent master Sargent had given, included the fact that the Captain had shot a General off his horse.
Word had spread through the whole camp and some newspapers had picked it up. The Colonel's best guess was that the war department would make use of this information. Till then get prepared, I had made hero..
Lets just say I used the pain in my arm to hide my feelings over this lovely news. (More work, bigger sign on my back, and slightly out of my element)
Great!
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