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The Battle Of Blue Springs At Mosheim
There were for me so many high moments at the Battlefield
Re-enactment of the Battle of Blue Springs at Mosheim. I am somewhat
embarrassed, and overly humble by the heroes welcome bestowed
upon me by the 19th Tennessee. As I entered Headquarters camp,
the men stood on both sides of the bridge at attention, swords
raised as I passed through. I was furthered honored by the 19th
as they allowed me to join their ranks in the battlefield Saturday
afternoon(Oct. 15), as well did the artillery men of the 28th.
As if all this was not enough, the 19th inducted me into their
On Sunday morning the 20th I fell in with the 19th for a brief
march to Brownsville Baptist Church, where all the Re-enactors
had been invited for church services with the parishioners. As
I entered the church with the Southern Cross still in hand, being
greeted by the Deacons with acceptance for me and our flag, to
stand at attention flag in hand with Dixie being sung, the choir
singing, and the Preacher preaching ; culminate all of this by
joining ranks with the 23rd Tennessee was alright !
Before departing for home, I would enter the adjacent camp of
my South Carolina Re-enactment family, only to be told a very
sad story. I had been at the Battle of South Carolina in early
May. I had struck up a dialogue with one of the baby girls, gave
her one of my Historical Dixie OutFitter Shirts bearing the likeness
of me. One that I am very humble and proud of.
She would wear her Dixie Girl shirts at South Congaree Elementary,
in West Columbia, South Carolina all the time, so when she asked
her mom to wear the one I gave her, mom saw no problem with that.
Little did mom know, her eight year old baby girl would be told
to either turn her shirt inside out or be expelled.
When the baby girl saw me in the Camp on Sunday, she held her
head down and walked away. I was that bad old black man that gave
her a shirt of himself and that shirt got her into trouble because
he was carrying that flag. The actions by this school are indicative
of many in the Great State of South Carolina, and else where.
Instead of accomplishing their mythical goals of tolerance, sensitivity
etc., they are fueling the flames of hate and mistrust. Had I
the necessary funds I would be now standing in front of Congaree
Elementary as she once stood for me and her Southland.