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Basically, this idea came out of two things:
1) I’ve been looking for ways to get my blog out there, I’m a pretty new blog and I’m still trying to find ways to get noticed, and
2) I’m going crazy since I aggravated an old dancing ankle injury that means no reenacting for the present moment.
Don’t worry — this doesn’t mean I’ll be posting on this blog any less; I’m just looking for a way to ensnare more viewers. (If this is your first time, or if Tumblr brought you here, hi!) Tumblr will basically be a place for me to announce new blog posts on here, as well as posting/reblogging history- and reenacting-related stuff.
Ya wanna talk embarrassing? I’ll tell ya embarrassing. It’s your Captain hauling your arse over a fence in the middle of a battle.
It was a tall fence. It was a really tall fence.
Honestly, it was a combination of a lot of things, most of which were my short legs and the gaiter tops. I really, truly despise those contraptions. Some other time I’ll expound on the topic of gaiter tops. On paper, they sound like a great idea. Ours is an early-war impression and we can document that the 35th had them. The trouble is, they’re death traps for short people (which was not a problem for actual grenadiers. Those entitled giants.) They lay flat against the knee when the legs are straight, but stick out when the knee is bent. So, per se, if you’re marching through tall grass, your gaiter tops are om nomming the vegetation all the way.
And getting stuck in the slats of the fence you’re trying to climb.