Reenactors Need to Pick Their Battles Carefully.
Time for the big boys playing soldier to get active. The weather has turned nice, the ground will be drying out and all-in-all it’s a great time to be in the woods with explosives.
Reenactors tend to focus on the Revolutionary and Civil Wars. Horses and gunpowder are the order of the day. Campfires and sleeping in tents are the order of the night. Mouthharps and fifes and drums. Fun stuff.
Redcoats and the Militiamen, the Damn Yankees and the Johnny Rebs, fought on American soil. When enough time has passed will WWI, WWII, Korea, Vietnam, and Iraq battles be reenacted?
I guess the peace generation hasn’t convinced anybody that wars are not games. Both sides lose – major losses.
If I was going to be a reenactor, I would have to go with being a Viking
Leif Ericson, Son of Eric the Red! ARGH. Brother and spouse and father of the Thors. Thorvaldr, Thorsteinn, Thorgunna, and Thorkell. Thors all over the place.
Vikings ate well. Lamb, veal, and potatoes. Their bellies were naturally round. Not like the Civil War reenactors who get their roundness from Budweiser.
Revolutionary and Civil War reenactors run around the woods and meadows, some on horseback.
Vikings built ships and screwed around on the ocean – or other large bodies of water, like fjords.
Vikings like to be clean, they bathed once a week, on Saturday. laugardagur/
laurdag/lørdag/lördag is Saturday in Vikingland. It means, “wash my back wench.”
After the Viking Warriors pillaged their way through a village, the villagers were often better off. The Vikes were shipbuilders and architects. If Charlatan Heston was alive then, he wouldn’t have been Moses, he would have been Thor. All Vikings were required to carry weapons. “Pry this axe from my cold dead fingers.”
Yeah, if I’m a reenactor, I’m a Viking. Except I would be Minnesota in July.
UPDATE: I was inspired by, but I couldn’t remember where I saw this picture, until today. Thanks, sorry for the tardy link.
Someday I want to re-enact the Great Donut War of 2004.
It won’t be too difficult, I was the only one there.
And I was naked, so I don’t have to worry about uniforms.
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