We were married in 1961 at the old Liberty Chapel on board the base at Ft. Lee, Va. during the North-South Skirmish there. Very cool as my brother was a Confederate (3rd South Carolina) and I was a Yankee (9th New York, Hawkin's Zouaves). The press made a big deal over the "brother-against-brother" thingy.
A nice touch was a an exit under an ad hoc arched sabers by the 2nd New Jersey cavalry. Every body wore wool, but this was in May, so the temps weren't too bad.
The wedding reception was held in a 60-man army tent and I was a bit embarrassed at the humble surroundings. The next morning, a couple of the guys said it was the best one they ever attended - when they got blitzed, they "could easily crawl back to my tent."
