These friends, typically only seen on the reenacting field, would never have been known apart from our involvement in this hobby. Our paths would not have crossed in the normal travels of life. I count each "reenacting friend" as a blessing on my family.
Now the guys are always appreciative, but on this day, because of the cold and rain, they seemed to express "thanks" a little more energetically. Maybe it was because the day was so miserable that each "thanks so much for doing this" comment stood out to me. No matter. On the way home, I was grateful that we had had the opportunity to go and remind those reenactors of the servants of the U.S. Christian Commission who had served under far harder conditions soldiers far more hungry.
For over twenty years now, reenacting has given us special "family stories" and memories. I'm grateful for that.
Cantigny Museum remembers the First Division. Through-out the day I had opportunity to talk to Veterans who would stop by. To listen to their stories and thank them for their service.
I also choose this event to honor my father, Robert Rowe, a WWII vet who died in July . I walked the camp handing out to the reenactors Civil War patriotic covers in honor of my dad who stepped up to serve his country when it was needed. He taught us as a family to love our country, to do good to others, and to love Jesus Christ. He was not famous to others. But to me he remains an example of service and sacrifice.
So, for me, the Cantigny event was a good reminder of why I have enjoyed doing this hobby for over twenty years now. Yes, it was a wet, cold, windy day that chilled you to the bone. But the chill didn't reach the heart.
Your humble and obedient servant,