152nd Anniversary, Battle of Perryville
October 4-5, 2014
We knew the turnout for this off-year event would not be anything like the big anniversary years, but there was still enough to field a battalion on each side, though the 4th Kentucky had to galvanize for the battle each day. I was told that 75 Confederates were expected.
I was able to keep warm in my Army sleeping bag despite the cold night, but morning came with the sounds of a drum beating away beside our camp. We never found out who was responsible for the drum, because even Confederate headquarters was upset with the disturbance.
We were supplied with an over-abundance of rations, including hardtack, salt pork, beef, potatoes, onions, oatmeal, and more.
Larry, a new recruit, joined us that morning. He is probably one of the most enthusiastic recruits I have ever seen—arriving nearly fully equipped with all new gear. We drilled him a bit and gave some basic training. He picked up everything quickly.
We held a short ceremony for Joe Bellas. His health is forcing him to retire from the hobby, and he has contributed much over the years. Capt Sharp presented him with an award for his service.
The battle was simple, our three-company battalion facing three Yankee companies, pushing them over a hill.
Later, Capt Sharp walked us on a tour of the battlefield, as he had done in the Spring. The walk went well, and we learned more about the 1st Tennessee and their part in the Battle of Perryville.
We feasted Sunday morning on more of the rations from Saturday, finishing with enough left over for the next event.
We formed for the battle, and a spoonful of apple cider vinegar was given to each of us. I didn’t have a spoon, so had an ounce or two poured into my cup.
I have had various forms of vinegar before, from apple cider vinegar, to white vinegar, red wine vinegar, even drank pickle juice like it was a soda. But I had never had more than a spoonful of apple cider vinegar before, so was not prepared for the reaction my throat took when I gulped that few ounces down. At first, it was like I had a frog in my throat, and had a bit of difficulty talking. But then I could not get any air, as nothing but squeaking came out with each gasp I took. Horror came to me as it occurred that I might not get the rather necessary air I needed, as my throat nearly complete closed up. The major turned to me and realized I could be in trouble, asking if I was okay. When I shook my head with a no, unable to get a word out, he and a few others gather around. He asked what he wanted me to do, which really wasn’t a helpful question since I could only gasp. He made an attempt at some sort of Heimlich maneuver, which he fortunately didn’t get quite right or he might have broken a rib—but he did put some good compression on my lungs which did help.
It fortunately cleared up about as quickly as it came on, and I was soon back to normal—with only a slightly scratchy throat—but it was quite a scare for me and all around.
Note to self: no more than a spoonful of vinegar at any given time.
At the battle the first was sent out separately as skirmishers. We advanced for a while, rejoining the battalion. Capt Sharp took a hit, leaving Sgt Kletzli in charge. We pushed and fell back a few times, but eventually pushed the Yankees completely across the field.
The event proved enjoyable, and I look forward to the next big national here in 2016. Although next year will likely be small scale like this, I am certain the 1st Tennessee will return in 2015 to be a part of this event again.