"The Fine Print", by M.H. Schrader

 

"...THESE DEAD SHALL NOT HAVE DIED IN VAIN" (A. Lincoln, 1863)

 

(Published in the Neighborhood Journal 20 May 1998)

 

            Have you noticed that Arkansas is obsessed with the Civil War, and more specifically, Civil War re-enactments?  While I personally think that it is good that folks are interested in that era, it is bad to be obsessed by it.  And that is exactly what re-enactments have become:  obsession.  Especially when lawsuits are filed regarding the realistic appropriateness of uniforms worn to re-enactments.  Give me a break!  Get a life, will you?  Hello!  It is a re-enactment.  It can never be historically correct.  So get over it!

            Re-enactments are an insult to the memory of those who died for us.  They trivialize death into play acting.  And it must stop.

            You want to make the re-enactments more realistic?  Use real bullets in the guns.  After all, that is what the ten of thousands who have died for us and our freedom faced.  When they left their families, their families knew that they would not be home for dinner.  No, those families knew that they were sending their husbands, fathers, and sons off to die.  How many modern day spouses would be willing to let their loved ones go off to a battle reenactment if they knew that they would never see them again?

            Is it possible to really, really re-create what was going through the minds of the soldiers who died for us, whose thoughts prompted their actions?  No, unless you are willing to wake up every morning knowing that you may die today.  Because death was imminently real to those in the real battles.  Personally, I do not know how a person could cope with it.

            In addition to using real bullets, re-enactors should also use the medical technology available at the time of the Civil War.  To many soldiers, death was better than injury, as injury most assuredly resulted in a painful field amputation (without anesthetics) of a limb.

            To truly re-create the uniforms of that era, then participants should forgo footwear.  After all, the soldiers did.  Do you know why the Confederate troops were in Gettysburg anyway?  To raid the boot factory.  It seems the Confederate troops were lacking in footwear.  Imagine having to go into battle barefooted, having to raid corpses for a pair of boots to wear.  That, my friends, is the reality of war.  It is not some weekend excursion to a park somewhere to play act.  If only the real soldiers, who died for us and our freedom, had such a luxury!

            To me, the best way to honor our dead soldiers is through thoughtful reflection.  Standing in the cemetery at Fort Donelson, Tennessee, seeing endless rows of tombstones, both Yankee and Johnny Reb, I was struck by the silence of the place.  On the day that I visited, it was a sunny spring day, and you could hear the birds chirping.  What a marked contrast to what those whose graves I was amongst must have heard at the moment before their deaths--gunfire, screams of agony.  They died so that I could hear the birds.  Awesome, when you think about.  Tens of thousands of people that I never knew died so that I could enjoy the peace and solitude of a spring day in Tennessee.

            Besides that cemetery, probably the most awe-inspiring place that I have ever visited is the Vietnam Veterans Memorial in Washington.  Reading the tens of thousands of names, some the names of fathers of friends of mine that they never knew, I became overwhelmed with emotion, namely grief.  Looking at the name of the father of a friend of mine, a father he never knew, made me upset at the way I sometimes take my own father for granted.  Sure, my father makes me upset at times.  But, at least I know my father.  My friends never had such a luxury.

            War is hell.  People die because of it.  Families are ruined because of it.  Our fallen soldiers died for us, for our freedom.  We should stop being so petty, so concerned about the minutiae, and thank God that they did.   We should spend some time this Memorial Day reflecting on this sacrifice.   They sacrificed their lives to give us freedom, and what have we done with their gift?  We have wasted it.  We can't even get one half of all voters to vote, a right given to us by the tens of thousands who have died on our behalf.

            We should hold our heads in shame.

 

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