I woke up during the night to shift positions from one side to the other. This always produces a pair of sore hips.
Toward morning, just before sunrise, I decided to change clothes. Randy and Joe were still asleep. So I dug out a pair of underwear, new socks, new moleskin pads for my heels and a new shirt. I changed under my gum blanket and felt much better. I might not have smelled any better, but I felt better having the clean clothes next to my skin.
We were supposed to have 8:00AM reveille and not have an engagement until 12:30PM, but guess what; those buglers were at it again at 6:00AM. All of us wanted to throttle them.
Well, I had a lot to do; so I got up, ate some jerky and a tortilla, and went to work. First, I cleaned my musket. I have a special cleaning attachment that fits on my ramrod. It holds a barrel bore brush, and it will really get black powder loosened up. I always have a few pards that want to use it. So I keep it out for a while before I put it back in the carrying bag.
Next, I restocked my cartridge box and cleaned my bayonet with steel wool to get rid of any rust.
Then, I drank almost a canteen of water and went to the water tank to refill my canteen. After that, I drank more water and had to visit the portable toilets about two times and replenish my canteen again.
Lastly, I packed up my knapsack with my gum blankets and had it ready to go. We were going to march down the hill for the last time and operate from a new base for the rest of the reenactment. I was so looking forward to not having to trudge up that hill again.
I was still tired most of the time and didn’t have the stamina I had back in the latter part of 2012, but I was making it okay.