For Old Time Sake

I was wandering around Grant park the other day enjoying watching the squirrels burying nuts and relaxing when I over heard someone yapping about the War of Northern Aggression. Or as they were saying "Da Cival Wah". Some Gal was showing off to her boyfriend.

Now I have a bit of fascination with that particular little war in that I witnessed it as a young woman. I thought the whole idea was silly at first, fighting to save a one group of people when everyone really is at the mercy of others. Others like me. But the times went dark, and back then I didn't have the power to do anything about it. I remember crying when my wonderful city was burnt to the ground. I had to stay with family in Savanna, and swallow my pride every time I saw a solder in blue.

So when I heard some Yankee talking about it I decided to listen in. Turns out this Northerner is actually an descendant of a certain Union General, by the name of Sherman. I might not have been able to get at him back in the day, but this little lady was fair game!

"So you're related to General Sherman? What all are you doing down in this neck of the woods?" I asked.

"Huh, oh, my boyfriend and I are visiting for this big Cival Wah show down here this weekend." She said as she hung off her beau's arm.

"Yeah, We're big fans, we even met on a chat room for it. I like to do the battle reenactments." He bragged as he tried to suck in his gut, something that you never saw on the battle fields back when.

"Ya like to shoot your gun off at us poor old Rebs?"

"Well its just good fun, and Historic. It's not like anyone really gets hurt."

"No, it's all a big game to you. A nice chuckle, huh? Maybe you should devote more time to your little hobby. A lot more!" I raised my hand and changed him right there. The nice tall young man was now a nice tall young rifle leaning against his girl's shoulder. The girl held her new Enfield in shock trying to figure out what had happened.

I looked at her and asked, "So do you think what your great great gandaddy did was all fun and games?"

She began to back away holding her boyfriend out toward me to defend herself. "What, what did you do? Stay back!"

I realized that although her boyfriend wasn't loaded he did have a bayonet and she was pointing it right at me. Not that it was very dangerous to me, but witches have been killed with less, so I decided to settle this fast. Another wave of my hand and I caught the gun as it fell, and plucked the nice grey Kepi off the top.

I slid the girl onto my head, she fit perfectly. The wool cap would be nice as the weather got colder. "Now you'll get to see things from a Confederate view point. Well a Confederate hat's viewpoint.

The next day I wondered into the Civil War show, but I didn't stay long, too many memories. I just went long enough to give some young man in grey the new rifle. I told him to make sure he shoots lots of Yankees with it.