I live in the States. Everyone loves to be “the good guys” (though in war, “good” is even more subjective than usual). Most people who join the hobby, understandably, want to reenact militia or the Continental Army. They want to be patriots and fight for their country in albeit an unorthodox way.
But here’s the flipside of that shilling: it’s hard to have a game with only your side represented. Somebody has to be the offense, and I’m going to stop before I descend into some half-baked sports metaphor because I’ll make a fool of myself.
Reenacting a British regiment largely means two things: one, you’ll get invited to more events because there are less groups out there to choose from; and two, there are often less of you on the field.
Sometimes with hilarious results.
…And as I worked, confining my rat’s nest within a multitude of bobby pins and enough hair spray to punch a new hole in the ozone layer, I reflected on the fact that, invariably, someone will come up to me and try to touch my hair.
NO, this does not require another George Takei GIF. I’m being serious. Trying to be.
The ramrod is a metal rod used to ram (how they got the name, I’ll never know) the musket ball down onto the gunpowder in the barrel so it’s packed tight for maximum velocity when the powder is ignited.
Reenactors rarely implement ramrods for their intended use because we’re not (I hope) using ammunition. There are some reenactors who will use the ramrod after priming and loading just for show, or to ram the cartridge paper down for a little extra oomph when firing, but it’s extra seconds that are superfluous anyway because we’re not (oh lordy, how I hope) using ammunition. Continue reading