October 20-21, 2012
When I arrived at Monroe, I camped near the same place as the year before. Sgt Nyman arrived about the same time as I and since we were the only ones of the 1st Tennessee to be camping, we chose a spot a little up the hill, where we could use an old tree stump as our campfire. Only Pvt Quinn Marcotte and Pvt Jay Uilhein of the 9th Kentucky were there at the time, so we hoped more of the 9th would show up Saturday morning to give us a unit to fall in with. Pvt Kletzli lives close, so he chose to sleep in the warmth of his home. Pvt Steve Battishill made an annual appearance both days for the battle, along with Pvt Jason Foust for Sunday’s battle. Shawn Swart also showed up Sunday in a civilian suit of the period, bringing his wheelchair-bound wife along to enjoy the day with us. Most of the 9th chose to come in later, with the 1st Sergeant making it just in time for the battle both days. It did seem strange that most of the 9th Kentucky guys only came for the short time between drill and the battle, but they are entitled to run their company their way.
Wood seemed to be a bit of a problem. There was plenty of it, but most were the diameter of telephone poles. Still, with sticks from some piles and use of some of the smaller logs, we were able to get enough of a fire to meet our needs. But I had a challenge to get that tree stump burned up.
Saturday went through, the weather was good, but the reenactor attendance was a bit light. In the battle we pushed constantly forward, facing the Red Leg Yankees and a small Yankee infantry unit, and eventually we won the battle. Their turn came Sunday.
The evening meal was provided by the same caterer as the year before, and was just as good with pork and potatoes.
That evening the event held candlelight tours through the park, with stations set up for presentations. They asked for volunteers to play dead in the cold field while waiting for tours to go through. Quinn volunteered and returned with a report of scaring a guy senseless as he jumped into the arms of his girlfriend when Quinn suddenly raised up and said, “Help me,” while grabbing the guy’s ankle. Quinn also spent time talking with some of the Red Legs, and said they seemed a good bunch of guys.
Sunday's battle had us being pushed back. At one point, only one of the Red Leg Yankees was still standing, and we fired a company volley--and he did not go down. I guess we all fired a bit high. Later, both Pvt Marcotte and Pvt Swart ran off the field as deserters. Marcotte got his due when half the company turned and fired their muskets at him. I cried out, "Hey--we've got Yankees in front of us!" I guess they wanted to make sure Quinn was dead.
The weekend was light and there was not much to report, but it was a relaxing and enjoyable weekend. And I did succeed in burning up that tree stump.