Normally I’d stop reading as soon as the snot started dripping, but I couldn’t help myself so much that I even clicked on WP to continue reading. What an idiot! It was wonderful and he was SOOO frustrated that even HE had to admit it was wonderful.
I never expected to see the period uniforms and I was thrilled. My family’s been military since colonial days and I study uniforms, etc to attempt to understand the lives of those ancestors.
But as the narrator began explaining the development of more comfortable uniforms, I suddenly found myself worrying about how long the marchers had marched in the older hot and scratchy uniforms and hard, unyielding boots. I really hope there aren’t a lot of blisters being tended to today. How much I would love to see a documentary done by the re-enactors to tell what it was like to wear those historical cloths and think of themselves as part of a line even longer than the Long Grey Line.
And that silly author was enjoying it as much as I was but having to flagellate himself to his liberal buddies to excuse and apologize for that wonderful experience. How nice that my life is simpler than his. I can just luxuriate in what a great time I had watching our young warriors march by and enjoying fireworks that had to remind every silly liberal in that city what a good time the rest of us were having.
“I suddenly found myself worrying about how long the marchers had marched in the older hot and scratchy uniforms and hard, unyielding boots
I really hope there aren’t a lot of blisters being tended to today.”