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Captain Julius Walker Adams
4th US Infantry

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Field Commander’s Report
There is no doubt about it, once one gets used to something, it is very hard to do without it. My computer was down for over 15 days, and I was lost. I did, however, get much done around the house.
In the interim, we gathered at the Leister House for a weekend of drill and living history for the NPS at Gettysburg. This year’s Forgotten Regular was well attended, and Lt. Mastapeter ran the company well both days while Pvt Resser educated the public and made the Regulars proud. Pvt. Murphy made a late appearance and was soundly greeted.
Soon, the Wilderness/Brandy Station event will be at hand. Many of us will arrive on Thursday, 17 June. The action begins on Friday afternoon. We will leave camp at 1300 hours on Friday for a battle, and will be involved in battles at 0600 hours on Saturday, and again at 1500 hours, while on Sunday we will engage the enemy at 1330 hours. We hope to see each of you there. Call the NR hotline for our company designation, or ask when you get to the NR camping area. The NR is expecting a large turnout for the event.

Brigade Schedule
June July, 1999
Scheduled as: Primary Brigade event.
Date: 17 - 20 June, 1999
Place: Brandy Station, Virginia
Event: The Wilderness
Info: 135th Anniversary of the Battle of the Wilderness, and other battles. The last car must be out of camp by 1100 hours on Friday, 18 June. Battles on Friday afternoon, possibly a tactical Friday evening, two battles on Saturday, and one again on Sunday. BRING PLENTY OF CAPS AND CARTRIDGES. We will set up in bivouac style. This is a National Regiment event.
Uniform: Sack coat, kersey trousers, fatigue hat, polished brass, clean weapon, darkened leathers, full canteen, dog tent, blankets, and foul weather gear. Bring food if you are not eating with the company. The organizers promise that water will be available near each camp area.
Directions: The site is off of U.S. Rte. 29 between Warrenton, Virginia and Culpeper, Virginia. The entrance will be approximately five miles North of Culpeper.
Directions:>From the Northeast:
Take I-95 South to 495 West (toward Virginia) take I-66 West to US Rt 29, turn South onto US Rt 29 and drive through Warrenton. Approximatelt 5 miles North of Cupleper, Virginia, you will see signs at Brandy Station directing you.
>From the Coastal South: I-95 North to Fredericksburg, Virginia and take VA Rt 3 Northwest to US Rt 29 near Culpeper. Take US Rt 29 North approximately 5 miles where you will see signs at Brandy Station directing you.
>From the Southwest:
Take I-81 North to I-64 East near Staunton, Virginia, take US Rt 29 North at Charlottesville, Virginia heading to Culpeper. Follow US Rt 29 North approximately 5 miles past Culpeper where you will see signs at Brandy Station directing you.
>From the Northwest:
Take PA Turnpike to I-70, drive on I-70 toward Hagerstown, Maryland. Near Hagerstown, take I-81 South to I-66 East. Follow I-66 East to US Rt 29 South near Haymarket. Take US Rt 29 South through Warrenton and the site will be approximatelt 5 miles North of Culpeper.
A few notes:
Registration: 0800-2300 hours, Wednesday 18 June. 0700-? Thursday,19 June.
0700-1000, Friday, 20 June Anyone arriving after 1000 hours will have to walk their kit in to camp. Vehicles must be out of the camps by no later than 1000 hours, Friday, 20 June.
NO FIREPITS. All fires are to be above ground.
Emergency telephone number: 540-825-4094.
Pay phones: Two will be available (so bring a cell phone).
Ice: Will be sold.
Straw: Will be sold.
Battles: 1300 hours, Friday, 18 June (The Wilderness).
0600 hours, Saturday, 19 June (The Mule Shoe).
1500 hours, Saturday, 19 June (Laurel Hill).
1330 hours, Sunday, 20 June (Cold Harbor).
Church services at 1000 hours, Sunday.
Cars allowed into camp, 1600 hours Sunday.
Camp location: At this time, we do not know when the bivouac camp will be set up, or where. As soon as Mongo knows the NR schedule, and when someone will be there, he will inform us. If you setup before the NR assigns you a place, you may have to move.


Scheduled as:
Secondary Brigade event
Date: 9 - 11 July, 1999
Place: Near Frederick, Maryland
Event: Monocacy
Info: The Battle of the Monocacy. We are already registered. This is a worthy cause, as admission by the public is via donations of canned food for the needy. This is not an NR event, and we will be attached to Wayne Wolfe’s group. The schedule is laid-back, with battles at 1330 hours on Saturday, and 1300 hours on Sunday. Calvary, Artillery, Signals, and Infantry demonstrations are planned, as is living history as the public wonders through the camps. When you arrive, be prepared to produce your driver’s license so that the event organizers may photocopy it rather than have each registrant fill out lengthy forms. Safety is paramount at this event, and rammers are to be LEFT IN YOUR VEHICLES.
Uniform: Sack coat, kersey trousers, fatigue hat, polished brass, clean weapon, darkened leathers, full canteen, dog tent, blankets, and foul weather gear.
Directions: The site is near Frederick, Maryland off of U.S. 340. Take U.S. 340 and exit at Mt. Zion Road and follow the signs.

Scheduled as: Primary Brigade event.
Date: 24-25 July, 1999
Event: Meade’s Hdqrters and
Journey of the Wounded

Place: Gettysburg, PA, Meade’s HQ Staff Info: Again this year we will use the new format and employ more of our people in this popular event for the NPS.
Enlisted Uniform: Late war sack coats, kersey trousers, clean weapons, leathers, full canteen, and forage caps. If you plan to sleep on the battlefield, bring dog tents.
Directions: U.S. 15 to Gettysburg, take the Tanneytown Road exit to the Leister House which is located just below the Visitors’ Center, near the Cyclorama, and across from the “tower”.

Report From the Field
The Forgotten Regular.
All of a sudden, SUMMER WAS HERE!
The Regulars once again gathered on Memorial Day to pay tribute to the men they represent. The United State Regular Infantry. Memorial Day was initiated for the remembrance of the Civil War soldier and now includes all veterans of American Wars. A very special holiday, Memorial Day is especially important to give the American public a reminder that their freedom was bought at a high price and their prosperity is only possible because many gave the ultimate sacrifice. Their lives.
The Regulars arrived on Saturday morning and set up their camp outside the Leister house. The temperature was already warm and was increasing by degree. The shows were scheduled for 11:00, 1:30 and 3:30 and the polishing began.
Rifles were cleaned and little patches of rust were scratched away to oblivion so as not to arouse the ire of the Captain. Rifle inspection was then carried out by Lt. Mastapeter for the edification of the audience as taught by our professional announcer and purveyor of fine Irish ale, Mr. Mike Resser.
The lads then did the first of six shows for the weekend with each demonstration increasing in professionalism and drama. Saturday saw the Regulars demonstrate skirmish drill with our bugle and drum corp issuing the calls. Well done Adam, Ryan and Logan. After the demonstrations many Regulars were desperately seeking the shade of any object the that would produce it. The company fly served in this capacity while taking our company and turning them into a giant sundial. The lads had to follow the very finite block of shade around the tent and move with the sun. If one body part was left in the sun, there was sure to be a call for everyone to shift over a foot. We were stacked like chord wood.
After lunching in town the boys came back and continued on with the show for the audience that was dressed in shorts and light summer wear. We thought they all lacked courage. Any rationalization will serve when your brain is slowly baking in your cranium. Special mention goes to all men who volunteered for canteen runs.
As the day wound down, the next decision was where to eat. Half went to Hosses’ Steak House and half went to Buckley’s. Gluttony fests were had by all. With large meals comes the need for adequate digestion and some repaired back to the field and played a few hands of wist to aid in this biological necessity. Then we went back to the pub to drink and sing. An early night was taken by many with a few left to undertake a highly competitive game of darts with no injuries being reported. After which, the more vocal began to sing and closed the night to another grand Regular day.
Sunday dawned hot and humid and continued it’s climb up the thermometer. When the Park Ranger showed up later and told us that it was 95 degrees our whole psychosomatic cooling systems became inoperative. Then it was REALLY hot!
The morning included, you guessed it. chores. Later in the morning the barber shop was opened and Sergeant Nickle had a haircut. He, in fact, had a whole mess of them cut with several small bugs giving up their barracks for the sake of cleaner and neater sergeant. Mr. M. Wassel also received a sheering from his son, the Barber of Seville. Shaves were attempted but were abandoned because of abject fear. Later, hair tufts were reported to be growing on those seeking shade under the tent fly where the barber shop was previously. Nothing like sweating with little hairs sticking to you.
The military demonstrations on Sunday entailed mostly maneuver and firing. The lads having a day of practice were on their mark and gave the fans a wild show. Mr. Resser again gave fine blow by blow commentary with Lt. Mastapeter calling the shots. During one of the programs, the unit was presented with a certificate of appreciation from Ranger Tom Holbrook as being one of the best units serving as volunteers at the park. We told him we weren’t volunteers we were ‘Regulars by God’.
We ended the smoldering afternoon and broke camp eagerly awaiting a cool shower and a cold drink well deserved. Some of the lads boarded their wagons for the long trail home and a few, not wanting another excellent weekend to end, made their way to a local tavern for one last meal till the time when we all meet again. On the battlefield of the Wilderness.


Wilderness:
Company Mess:
The Company Mess will be in full vigor for the weekend. Meals will be available for consumption ( if they don’t give you consumption) Friday, Saturday and Sunday. For those arriving on Thursday, bring something along and we’ll throw it all in a pot and see if it comes out edible.
Lunches are haversack and the responsibility of those in attendance. So bring things that don’t spoil easily or canned goods. A lump of meat, cheese and bread will last awhile. Cans of sardines or oysters and other assorted cat food is a good choice. Bring enough because the best lunch is one shared amongst your pards.
Friday will be breakfast of oatmeal and raisins, coffee and bread. Dinner will be wafer thin pork chops with white rice and red beans. Maybe a green vegetable thrown in for color.
Saturday breakfast will be eggs and peppers, bacon, bread and coffee.
Dinner will be ham, white potatoes, and green beans thrown together in a swirling display of culinary delight. Sunday breakfast will be eggs and hoe cakes with coffee. Bacon if there is any left. We will have enough to feed all and if you are not going to eat with the company please let us know. Call the Editor at 610-515-0962 or email jwass@nni.com. Thank you. The Editor.

Bugle Call

Jonah of the Month
This month’s Jonah award goes to LC. Allen Thompson for his great display of agility and cat like reflexes when sitting on a fence rail at the Forgotten Regular, collapsing it, and standing up quickly like nothing had ever happened. Though it was a rather mild display of Jonahism, it’s all we have this month. We all need to concentrate on hilarious displays of Jonahism in the future otherwise this war will become really boring.

Photos of Real Regulars
This reporter had an opportunity to visit the Military Institute at the US War College at Carlisle PA recently. What he found in his short bit of research were photographs of men who served with the 2nd and 4th US Infantries during the Civil War. This was at no small price as the keeper of the photographs was a cantankerous sort but was very helpful as long as you understood that his department was PHOTOGRAPHS ONLY! There were no other cross references no matter how hard you asked.
Look to see these photos in upcoming Regulars and on the web site.
If anyone has time to look up biographies on these brave men we’d love to publish it.

I Remember ... I remember one time, we were at Buffalo Barracks in New York back in the summer of '44. That first winter back after eight years fighting the Seminoles in Florida was really bitter because we were not used to the cold, but the following summer was just fine. The country was at peace, the area was pleasant, and we had just turned in our flint-locks and had been issued cap-lock muskets, which we put to good "practice" filling our messes with venison, bear, bison, and all sorts of fowl. That and the plentiful fish of the rivers made for some very pleasant living, indeed.
It was in the middle of my second enlistment - I had just been promoted to Corporal of Pioneers, and everything looked fine. But, it was not so for some of us. In recognition of our service in Florida, everyone who had served there had been granted a furlough that summer. We had a German 4th Sergeant in our company, Fritz Strummel, who, early in the year, went to Albany and returned with his wife, Greta, whom he had left there when he was sent to Florida. She was a native of Albany and had been quite happy among her family and life-long friends, but, in these new surroundings in Buffalo, she was having difficulties. She had a very thick accent and had difficulty understanding English. Also, Greta's German, learned from families that had been in and around Albany since long before the Revolution, was very different from that learned by Fritz as a child in Bavaria, and the two had some difficult communicating even with each other.
Well, for most of the summer everything went well, except that Fritz and Greta would often be seen engaged in yelling and frustrated gesticulations with each other, but no one could understand them, and, before long, no one bothered. Late that year, we pioneers, under a young engineer lieutenant, were putting an addition on the Chapel. This one day, my job was to glaze the new windows of the Chaplain's alcove, and, while there, I couldn't help overhearing a most remarkable thing.
The Chaplain, Fritz the 4th Sergeant, and Greta, his wife, were all talking together. It seems that Greta wanted a divorce, but couldn't quite seem to be able to put into English any particular reason. Fritz was no help - he was as surprised and confused as any one. The Chaplain was asking questions to see if he could discover a reason, so he could ascertain how best to proceed to patch things up between them. The conversation went something like this - as close as I can remember.
Chaplain: "What grounds do you have?"
Greta: "Ve liff in der NCO qvarters - no grounds."
Chaplain: (trying a different tack) "Well, does your husband beat you up?"
Greta: "Oh no. I alvays get up haff-hour before Reveille to lite der fire so Fritz can haff coffee und breakfast ven he get up."
Chaplain: (becoming frustrated and not knowing exactly where to turn) "Is he a drunkard?
Greta: "No, Lutheran. Like me."
Chaplain: (getting desperate) "Tell me. Does he perform any ..., well, shall we say, unusual connubial practices?"
Greta: "Oh No, he plays der pennyvhistle."
Chaplain: (no where else to turn). "Well, then, just what is it about your husband that you don't like?"
Greta: "Oooph! Ve cant haff any intelligent conversation."
The Chaplain seems to take a long while trying to absorb that. Fritz just shrugged. Greta was looking back and forth trying to understand the sudden quiet. No one said anything. I tried to make as little noise as possible as I continued my work. It seemed like even the birds had stopped chirping.

Steve Hanson
1st Sgt, Co. C, 2nd Infantry
Sykes' Regulars