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 Sgt. Shively looking exceptional in Federal Blue!  


Priv. Driscoll awaits execution at Humboldt.


Sgt. Bell installs the Ninth's ceiling tile at the Tip On Inn.


The Ninth applies the torches to the town!


Pvt. Shemwell tries to calm the civilians!


Three comrades enjoy the Humboldt event.


















































































































































The 9th Texas Regiment of Infantry has closed another successful year of the long War Between the States in 2009 with a season of hard campaigning, rain, and lots of fun. We had no national this year, but plenty of action in Missouri.

We  began the MAX (maximum battalion event) season at Shoal Creek in the Kansas City area in April, and commenced the 9th’s pranking by joining our brothers in the 4th MO by attacking ... our own Rebel camp! A total tactical disaster, but great fun! Mother Nature reminded us that winter was not yet over as she gently showered us with snow on Sunday morning.

Jeff City MO was our next MAX event in May. Who can forget the massive cluster Mother Nature created for the troops getting in on Friday night with a downpour which flooded the camps! On Saturday night, the 9th “raided” the federal camp during the wee early morning hours, posting Rebel “stick” flags all over their camp. Scripted hand-to-hand in an assault on the center of the federal line on Saturday and Sunday was, perhaps, the highlight of the weekend.

Kingston MO, a MAX event in June, was greatly supported by the city and the locals. A best-dressed bushwhacker contest was had and stolen from the 9th. Sunday presented a judged tactical against the Yanks which was won fairly by the Battalion. Rain again.

At Holden MO, the MAX event for September, we had a very memorable Saturday night campfire, and also sat for one of the great Bob Szabo photos. Robbie the Rooster joined us for the soldier’s life, and survived the weekend. Staff kidnapped our chicken mascot but could not keep the secret so he was rescued unscathed. Holden presented our highest turnout of the season with twelve (12) men including the undersigned. Rain again.

We capped the MAX season at Fortesque MO in October and pushed the federals back into their camp with “rolling thunder,” and thence into a sharp fight assaulting their formidable breastworks. Kudos to Capt. Girdner and the 3d Mo for putting this event on.

Of note, Cpl. Downey’s own Humboldt KS was staged again in June and for an action-packed, fun-filled weekend, this was matchless. And top that off with the Tip-on-Inn on Saturday night at which the 9th placed its own ceiling tile suitably painted with a depiction of our own mascot chicken.

Men of the 9th participated in other lesser events through the year at Kansas Day activities in January; Edna Ks in March; St. Joe MO in April; Wichita’s Cowtown in May; Lecompton in June; Lamoni IA in Sept.; Diller NE in July; Pawnee City NE in September; the Museum of the National Guard in Topeka in October; and Elmore OK in December.

We had anticipated participating in Lawrence KS’ Civil War on the Western Frontier in August with some of our brothers from other units, however, the City declined to permit us to fire blanks in South Park, and so we pulled out, with 85% of those polled in newspaper coverage of the matter supporting us.

The 9th continued a strong web presence with under the tutelage of Messrs. Ralph and Shemwell, and we also created a Facebook page for a little more interactive experience for the men and interested others.

Rank structure remained stable, and our non-coms have proven the mainstay of the 9th’s activities on the field.

We welcomed a new recruit into the ranks this year, Mr.  John Poitevin of Paxico. We also welcomed Mr. Mark Gianellonie, an old 9th man, back into the ranks. Pvt. Tom Leahy continued his extracurricular activities with his fine Abraham Lincoln impression. 

We said goodbye to Major Brian Albert of Battalion staff who relocated to Texas. Major Albert  spent 21 years with the Battalion and also was one of the mainstays of the 9th for many, many years, working his way up in the ranks to the position of captain. We are the poorer for his absence.

We welcomed to 1st MO Battalion staff Captain Dave Burnos of the 1st MO Dismounted who will assume his new role as major.

We bid farewell to Major Clayton Murphy of the 3rd Mo who passed on to his reward in 2009. A fitting Civil War memorial service was held at Shoal Creek, and gave us occasion to reflect on the bonds of brotherhood we reenactors share.

In concluding, I urge all soldiers of the 9th to be mindful of our place in the history of reenacting -- this was the 26th consecutive year that the 9th Texas has participated as an active Civil War reenacting group. That is really something to be proud of and speaks volumes about the rank and file, the people who truly make this organization go. “There is none finer.”

I remain most respectfully,

Brian Cox
Captain, commanding
9th Texas Reg’t of Infantry
1st MO Battalion

Soldiers of the 2009 Campaign

Captain Brian Cox
1st Sgt. Brian Shively
1st Cpl. Randy Downey
2nd Cpl. Bob Albert
3rd Cpl. Rob Matlack

Company A
Pvt. Jamie Ralph

Company C
Pvt. Brad Anspach
Pvt. Tom Fasula
Pvt. Mark Gianellonie
Pvt. CJ Gianellonie
Pvt. Jason Gibbens
Pvt. Chris Keidel
Pvt. Tripp McMIllan
Pvt. John Potevin
Pvt. Herb Shemwell
Pvt. Aaron Staab
Pvt Tom Leahy

Company G
Pvt./Major Chris Visser





      Regimental Meeting Set for Feb. 20, 2010

 the annual 9th Texas Regimental Meeting will be held this year on Saturday, February 20, 2010, at the Museum of the National Guard, Forbes Field, Topeka, commencing at 11 am. The address is 6700 Topeka Blvd. and it is just off the main entrance to Forbes Field. We will take a collection for pizza or other catered items for the meal.

In addition to any other items brought for discussion, the following are on my list:

2010 campaign
Sources of powder, caps
Federal “alter ego” unit
Rules of conduct on the field
Discussion of and collection of dues for
Rank structure

In addition, we will or may have some gear up for sale or trade. I have been in contact with Lang Perdue who still has an amount of gear and CW books up for sale.

As always, please bring your photo albums.

I encourage all members of the 9th Texas, including all non-coms, to attend, and suggest that we use the meeting as a chance catch up with our pards and to spark excitement in the 2010 campaign. Door prizes will be awarded.

Yours most respectfully,

Brian Cox




    Ninth Texas caps 2009 campaign with Rolling     Thunder at Fortescue, Mo

After Action Report -  Battles at Fortesque MO  
Oct. 18-20, 2009

The 9th Texas and the 1st Missouri Battalion wrapped the 2009 reenacting season with a great event at Fortesque MO the weekend of Oct. 18-20, 2009. Fortesque is a small town northwest of Kansas City off I-29, although, at least for my boys, there is no perfect way to get there. This was a first time for me but the Battalion has been here in the past. The event did not produce large numbers from the Battalion despite the good weather, close location, and even though it was a MAX Battalion event, and the last one to boot, however, we had more than enough soldiers for some serious shooting, and a good bit of fun, so read on, faithful reader.

Sutlers of the sort you usually like to see at an event were non-existent although there were a couple of blacksmiths, including our own 9th Texas pard  from  back in the day, Wayne Joplin of Coffeyville, aka Joplin Blacksmithing and Ironworks. Good to see Wayne again and we hope he can get out in the field with us in some capacity in the future.

Wood and straw was plentiful and a water buffalo close at hand. There were three portapotties within a stone’s throw as well as some genuine outhouses. The latter, we were told, was to be the preferred choice as the others were not expected to be cleaned until Sunday morning. I am given to understand that the former got pretty mean nonetheless but they were cleaned as of Sunday morning. Parking was a short distance away. I think we had one food vender near our camp, and there were others in the federal camp. The latter was situated in town a good distance away, at least 1/2 mile, as we came to find during the two major battles which required our assault on them.

Kudos to the event organizers for putting up rather substantial federal breastworks around the brick “Holt County Courthouse” including several chevaux-de-frise (Mike G. -- you must have put in some hours on this).

Mr. Staab brought two pumpkins which were dutifully carved although Mr. Gianellonie was the better artist than I. Some indignities were perpetrated on our hapless jack-o-lanterns over the course of the weekend. Our mascot chicken, who had only just survived an abduction and attempted ransoming by Battalion staff at Holden, was again kidnapped, apparently on Saturday. We eventually determined by interrogation of some of the 3rd MO boys that the culprit or culprits were in their ranks. Eventually, I persuaded Lt. Shuster to do the honorable thing and impress on his men, or the responsible one, to return the long-suffering fowl, and he was produced forthwith, none the worse.

Present at the event for the 9th Texas were:

1st Sgt. Brian Shively
1st Cpl. Randy Downey
2nd Cpl. Bob Albert
Pvt’s Anspach, Shemwell, Staab, Gianelloni (Mark, and also son VJ), Ralph, and Poitevin,

and your humble correspondent as captain. Nine rifles and one officer. Not too bad. Work and illness unfortunately kept some of our brothers away. The 9th was granted the privilege and honor of being the color company for the weekend. Some of the fighting men from the 2nd MO who were without a captain this weekend fell in with the 9th, and it was our honor to fight with them and they did well.

Present for the Battalion were the 1st Dism. (with a new captain to pick given the promotion of Captain Burnos to Battalion duties); 2nd MO, as noted; 3rd MO under Capt. Girdner; 4th MO under Capt. Keith; Capt. Stanton’s Elliott’s Scouts; and some bits and pieces from the 4th AR, the 10th MO, and the 16th MO. My compliments to Capt. Keith for his recent weight loss -- the “fat Captain” rule is no longer necessary or appropriate.

Present for Battalion staff were Col. Amend, Lt. Col. Williams, Major Looney, Sgt. Major Sutton, and Color Sgt. Bell.

At least some of our federal opponents here were the Muddy River Battalion under Col. Croufitt (a 9th Texas man from back in the day -- some alum the 9th has!); the 1st NE, and the 165th NY (adding considerable color as zouaves).

There was a smattering of calvary and some artillery on both sides.

PIckets were put out around the Reb camp on Saturday, but nothing more ominous was required of them than directing civilian traffic away from our camp.

Given Capt. Burnos’ promotion, the 1st Mo is considering holding elections for a new Captain. I requested Lt. Montgomery ensure that we had notice as the boys from the 9th would  be happy to cross regimental/state lines to vote for the candidate of their choice.

Over the course of the weekend, we had some discussions about the 2010 campaign and I will get that calendar posted as it develops (for now, see the skeleton on the 9th’s Facebook page). The tentative calendar includes at present Pilot Knob, Prairie Grove, and a semi-national in the Land Between  the Lakes in Kentucky. More on the calendar later.

Friday night --

Per usual, guys reported in in dribs and drabs, and we all helped the others set up, and said hello to our pards from the other companies. Before long, some beverages were produced and exchanged and more often than not, passed all the way around. The Texas boys are hard fighters but generous with grub and drink. Soon, the discussion turned to some finer legal points as expounded on by Cpl. Albert, a county marshall back home before the war. Sgt. Shively eventually produced his novel brew, dubbed “Christmas in a bottle.” Later on, several bottles of a potent brew authored by Mr. Arch Deacon of the 3rd were produced and much enjoyed.

After awhile, we noticed Mother Nature announcing that she still held sway over the outdoors, and she begin to spit on us, but not enough to drive anyone under canvas. Friday night was cool, but it stopped no fun. Saturday night was considerably cooler of which more later.

Saturday and battles --

We fought twice on Saturday, in a nice change of pace, one the historical Battle of Blair Hill or Blair Lane Fight, and later at 4:30 for a more conventional, and much more furiously contested affair. The former is described in the website thus:

"From the archives of the "Holt County Sentinel"

Information taken from an original 1861 issue of Mound City Newspaper, and History of Holt County, 1882 & 1917.  According to the Sentinel Files, The first and only Civil War battle fought in Holt County was known as the Blair Lane fight, in what is now Benton Township south of Mound City.  Some 100 "Missouri Militia"  under the command of Captain [Illegible], engaged a force of 150 Confederate (Missouri State Guard) troops under the command of Captain Calvin Calvert of Holt County and a Captain Hooker of Andrew County.

The Militia passed through Oregon, and Daniel Knuckle, Jacob Markt, and James Watson shouldered there shotguns and joined the Union forces at the Gibson farm north of Oregon.  It was an ideal fall day; early in September 1861 when they reached Blair Lane to engage the Confederate troops who had taken cover in the hills.

Captain Hooker held the advance and opened fire.  After several ragged volleys had been fired, his recruits were driven out of the hills and reestablished there position on the west side of the lane in a hemp field behind a fence, where Captain Calvin Calvert gave orders to fire.  The Federal Commander responded with a similar order, and a solid volley was sent out from union rifles and shotguns.  When the smoke had cleared away, the recruits (of the Missouri Sate Guard), had retreated from there position. It was a bloodless engagement. No one injured or killed.

True to this account, the competing sides traded volleys, as the Yanks marched up the road (which led to our camp from the main highway), to approach our boys situated behind a rather insubstantial rail fence. They advanced, we held, they pushed, and we broke. Our numbers began to trickle away at first one or two, then whole groups of men began to stream, nay, run from our position, until our whole group was routed in disorder from the position. A “Great Skedaddle!” And that was it.  In a nice touch, the Yanks came over and cheered us and we cheered them.

We had some brief regimental drill on Saturday morning but no battalion drill. We passed an uneventful lunch.

Falling in for the Saturday afternoon battle, the 9th donned our Halloween masks (a Capt. Albert tradition for us) -- most of us had one thanks to Sgt. Shively’s bringing extras -- and had a little fun with that. Lt. Col. Williams seemed unamused and threatened to have us march our with our masks on (check out the photos on Facebook). Well, the fun was done and we gave our attention to the matter at hand.

Prior to the battle, there was much waiting after the long hike along the levee to stage for the attack on the Yanks. Although I cannot recall the Battalion being late for a battle, we certainly have had our share of “hurry up and wait,” and this was no exception.

I don’t know whether the fight, once we got into it, was scripted in advance or ad-libbed as we approached the federal position, but we advanced and then executed “rolling thunder” -- perhaps a more formal name is break ranks to the rear (that is, we advanced in a column of companies with each going forward a bit, delivering a volley, then splitting down the middle with half going back on the right, and the rest on the left and passing the rest of the column, to reform at the rear of the Battalion, then to advance to do it again). (I am going to look this up in Hardee’s).

Given the pavement road we advanced up, essentially a narrow defile, there was no other way to do it. It worked quite well and was very satisfying to the troops, as all got the chance to face up to the Yanks, to burn some powder, and to retire and do it again several times. We were pestered briefly on our right flank by some yanks so we sent out 1/2 of a company to address the threat. It was great fun (almost enough fun to overlook the vehicles parked on both sides)!

That fun was short-lived, however, as, little did we know, Col. Amend was about to lead us into a veritable lead and iron maelstrom, as we pursued the yanks into their breastworks. We had brought up on our canon but the Yanks had their own, and they were behind rather substantial breastworks with chevaux de frise on both sides and snipers in the courthouse behind (we killed several and in a realistic touch, one of their “bodies” tumbled out of the window and onto the ground). The fighting was quite close but we were sustaining 66% casualties and had to withdraw. Now, that was a good fight. I think the spectators got a good show.

Thereafter we did a pass by of the crowd to some applause. Some of us walked back to our camp, some of us waited for the shuttle. I spoke with Wayne Joplin and bought a needed piece of iron before I made the trek back.

Saturday night --

We had quite a way to go to emulate the Saturday night campfire at Holden 2009 (see the AAR for the event below) but we gave it a go.

No meal was provided for reenactors, so we did have what in the 9th is a tradition -- a pot luck stew, this time with venison, sausage, potatoes, onion, peppers, spice, and more. I wonder if some pumpkin seeds landed in there while I was carving? I prattled on to the point where I got only a small helping after it was cooked and served.

We attempted a “Bob fire” later and endeavored to melt some bottles, but we have had better efforts.

We reprised our card playing from Holden, the same general arrangement. This time, Cpl. Albert was hot as fire, winning the first 7 of 10 hands, against all odds. I think he actually bluffed to win only once. His luck at the cards was not enough to warm us from the advancing chill, however, and we terminated the game early as a result. While not frigid, the temperature was cold enough to chill a poor soldier’s toes and force him to the fire.

Col. Amend’s wallet, stuffed with currency, disappeared once from the table, but it later appeared. Some additional currency which I understand was lifted earlier from his tent also magically re-appeared. It was confederate scrip with a paper band around it to hold it together. I saw on the band some kind of symbol, maybe an “X” or a ... no, wait -- it was a chicken’s footprint!

Cpl. Albert honed his considerable joke telling skills all weekend long much to the amusement of the lads. The one I particularly enjoyed was the one about Jim Beam “lying.”

I spoke at length to a friend of Mr. Poitevin’s from the local university, one Leeds, a veteran of the War in Iraq. He was very interested and I hope we can see him in the field next year.

There were not enough of the Arkansas boys to shoot off roman candles. Perhaps that will have to await 2010.

Lt. Shuster came by and played some hands with us. I understand that Capt. Mike Girdner could not be coaxed into a nautical discourse, so we missed that.

Some beverages were passed around before we called it a night.

Sunday --

The considerably chillier night Saturday was evidenced by heavy frost on gear left out.

Prior to church, Messr’s Staab and Anspach and I drove into town for a $5 plate of biscuits and gravy. Not real good for you but manna from heaven for a hungry soldier.

We had some company drill, then battalion drill, then church, then officer’s call where events 2010 were discussed, as noted. Then lunch, then fall in for the battle. It was quite a busy day.

I attended a well-attended church service officiated by Captain Kieth of the 4th, and he always does a fine job.

Sunday battle --

The Sunday battle started out much the same with our long march over to the town to engage the federals, then “rolling thunder” again up the road -- that was really fun, even though we did the same thing two days in a row. Then we pushed the Yanks back and into their breastworks. We were divided into our two wings, our guys were under LC Williams. We had a piece of artillery with us and after it gave its signal blast, we went in.

This time, however, we pushed and eventually pushed them from their works and off the field in disorder. As we went in, the remaining yanks were either dead, wounded or fleeing. Kudos to those yanks who can take a hit! We captured many of them, and went into the courthouse to look for more. Some of their snipers who had been killed were hanging out of the windows. Prior to the battle, Col. Amend had tasked the 9th with the job of going into the building and leaving the Yanks a reminder that we were there, and we dutifully did that on the chalk boards which were conveniently there for us.

Following the battle, the 3rd MO’s Capt. Girdner treated the crowd to a short ceremony honoring the fighting men of the Civil War and all of America’s wars. The Yanks and Rebs were all drawn up. A number of cheers were then given by both our Brothers in blue and our own men. Then we were dismissed back to camp to breakdown and go home.

Following the Sunday battle, we took a picture of the 9th crashing through the cornfield with the flag unfurled. It was a great shot (see it on our Facebook page). I wish we had all the guys in it. But I am sure that we will revisit that idea in 2010.

Getting out/going home --

Mr. Staab and I got out with no difficulty, having said our goodbyes, and on the road about two hours after the start of the Sunday battle. A short stop at a Pizza Hut in Hiawatha KS on the way home as a special treat, and our season was done.

Kudos to Capt. Mike Girdner and the 3rd MO for putting on an excellent event, well run, and fully satisfying. Good work, guys!

Epilogue --

The gear is stored, the beard is shaved off (as I promised Ms. Dinnie), and the 9th has capped another enjoyable season of campaigns in This Long War (and thankfully, no more AAR’s to write for awhile).

This was the 26th consecutive season that the 9th has been an effective reenacting group. Men, that is something for all to be proud of, as I am. Never forget:  we are a band of brothers, friends for life, on the field of battle and off.

Your obedient servant,

Brian Cox
Captain, commanding
9th Texas Reg’t of Infantry
1st Missouri Battalion







        2009 Season Winds Down..... But READ On!!


    Ninth Texas captures new Federal artillery at Topeka AAR to follow!!


The 2009 9th Texas campaign is coming to an end ...

But wait, there is still time to get out with your pards and burn some powder and have some fun!

Permit me to plug first Civil War Day at the Museum of the National Guard on Saturday, October 10, 2009, at Forbes Field, just south of Topeka on highway 75 (Topeka Blvd. in town). There will be some yanks there, hopefully the Lecompton reenactors, free pancake breakfast for reenactors, and perhaps some other activities. i will have a camp set up to talk to the folks and possibly new recruits. Come support the 9th by giving it a Saturday afternoon. Please contact Capt. Cox for details.

That having been said, the fifth and final Maximum Battalion event of the season is scheduled for October 16-18, 2009, at Fortesque MO. They have a website up at (you can also find some posts on our Facebook space). The site is 37 miles north of St. Joe MO, just off highway 29, a main drag. No excuses will be permitted for not attending this one, the last event of the year, one close to home, and one promising some mischief -- this close to Halloween, how can the 9th fail to act? I might also note that, given the kidnapping of the 9th’s mascot at Holden MO -- by Battalion staff no less -- some payback might be attempted (although I cannot formally approve such action). Discussion of possible events for the 2010 season will also be had, so bring your possible events for discussion. We may have a traditional pot luck supper on Saturday, and a lively game of cards will undoubtedly follow. Please let me know whether you plan to attend.

I also note that our brothers in the ist Arkansas Battalion are apparently planning to attend an event on Nov. 6-8, 2009. There is a short note about it on their website at, as well as at I don’t know much about this event, but a couple of us are thinking strongly about this. The site is in southwest Arkansas. I will pass on further details when and as I get them. (Please note that this is not a MAX Battalion event for us.)

After these events, that will be it for events in the field, at least as I presently know, until March 2010. So, grab your gun, strap on your leathers, and plan to attend the Museum of the National Guard, if you can, and definitely Fortesque, with your pards!

Your obedient servant,

Brian Cox
Captain, commanding
9th Texas Reg’t of Infantry
1st Missouri Battalion

Brian Cox






After Action Report -  Battles at Holden MO  
Sept. 18-20, 2009

Generally --

The fourth 1st MO Maximum Battalion event for the 2009 season was held near Holden MO, a little burg about 40 minutes southeast of Kansas City, on Sept. 18-20, 2009. The town is an easy trip out of Topeka, for reference, off of highway 50. Although we had a great time, the thing that prevents the event from being better than merely good was the almost total dearth of federals, necessitating two (2) of our companies galvanizing for both the Saturday and Sunday battles. The ironic part is that the Pawnee City  NE event, held only one week later, apparently was slated to pull in large number of federals as it was one of their maximum events (based on preliminary reports from Pawnee City, it does not appear that a huge turnout was had, but faithful reader, please wait for that report). Permit me to add that the 9th was totally in support of this event with our largest number of men in attendance yet this year at eleven (11) men, including one officer. I think I heard at one point that we had 48 Reb infantry of whom a little less than half were made to galvanize. After that, the numbers on each side were supposed to be approximately equal. We had a total of six artillery pieces overall.

Getting in --

Several of the men made it in early on Friday; I got in after an uneventful trip of a little over two hours out of Topeka. Registration was quick and easy and finding the Reb camp was no problem. The men had dug our fire pit, and filled it with wood and some paper and had dutifully left it for me to start, which I did after setting up. We had our own company street set up albeit a little on the narrow side. The 4th MO under Captain Keith was our neighbor to the left and the 3rd MO Dismounted was to our right.

Parking was handled well. Although the actual parking site was about 1/2 mile away, that kept cars out of the camps, at least after early Saturday morning. And Lt. Col. Williams graciously agreed to use his truck as a shuttle, both in and out. The parking site was safe and secure and was no problem getting into or out of, Sunday’s rain notwithstanding.

I extend my compliments to the boys from the 9th of whom eleven (11) including the undersigned made the effort to attend. Present for duty from the 9th were:

1st Sgt. Brian Shively
1st Cpl. Randy Downey
2nd Cpl. Bob Albert
Pvt.’s Shemwell, McMillan, Staab, Visser, J. Gibbens, Ralph, Gianelloni (Mark, and also his son, VJ),

and your faithful correspondent.

As always, I appreciate the leadership shown by our non-coms, veterans of many a campaign. I submit that there is no better group of non-coms than the 9th has in terms of technical skills, leadership, ability to have and generate fun for the rank and file, and overall commitment to the 9th Texas. ‘Nuff said.

We had one additional companion for the weekend, a live Rhode Island Red rooster, fully capable of crowing at an early hour, brought as a prop by Mr. Staab. I thought we were going to eat him (recall Mr. Bigge’s chicken brought to Gettysburg 1998), but he survived the pot. Mr. Staab was heard to exclaim another name for the rooster at opportune times in the weekend. By majority vote, we named him “Robbie,” and he bore a brilliant rusty black set of feathers with a bright red comb. It was suggested that Robbie would be put to some mischief during his stay with us, including a possible visit to the federal camp, but things with him stayed pretty tame.

Present for the Battalion were the following:  the 1st MO under Captain and newly-appointed Major Burnos (their new captain situation is apparently in the works); the 2nd MO (although I did not see their captain); the 3rd MO under Captain Girdner; the 3rd MO Dism. under Captain Ritter; the 4th MO under Captain Keith; the 10th  MO under Captain Broski; and the 16th MO under Captain Conner. I think some from the 5th MO were present as well. Present for Battalion staff were Col. Amend, Lt. Col. Williams, and Major Looney. It was good to see the latter two back in the field again! Did I miss anyone?

Sutler’s row was largely James Country and the Root Beer man, and other lessers. I have to grant it to the numbers of Boy Scouts with their wagons who were constantly in the camps hawking water, pop, and cake for a small donation(chocolate cherry, and pineapple upside down cake -- I admit, I had some). I was greatly surprised that Bob Szabo was present with his photographic set up. Turns out that he was headed elsewhere when he had some kind of trouble and decided to join us. We took the opportunity to take a group photo which is up on and Facebook. Readers what do you think?

I might note again that Mr. Gianelloni continues to work on his kit of worm attachments for the ramrod. He had several sets made up in small tins, and I can tell you, his stuff looks very professionally done. Mark is in the process of securing Del Warren as the initial outlet, and may branch off into similar kits for the pistol and perhaps for the artillery lads as well (I got the first one to roll off the assembly line, later, at Fortesque in Oct.). Cpl. Albert also expressed some interest in creating a new camp table for the 9th with an inlaid Texas star or even a board for checkers or chess. Now that would be neat!

There were no pests to speak of, and again, as at Lamoni, perhaps they sprayed. The land was gently rolling grassland. Wood was brought in for us and was never a problem. Water was also not a problem as we brought along two kegs. One I recently acquired and attempted to trick out with beeswax, and the other was brought by Col. Amend as a 9th keg from earlier days. I have a third back at the ranch from Sgt. Shively and it needs a little of work. Assuming we can in fact get one or more of the kegs to an event, water will no longer be a problem (gotta remember you have to soak those before every event, not every season!). Free ice was provided at least three times (compare that to some of those eastern events). I will note that, on Sunday, I looked into the keg I brought and found that some small mealy bugs had crawled in and drowned. None complained, but that, I suppose, is something to watch.

Raw rations of bacon, eggs, and bread were issued on both Saturday and Sunday mornings. We had more than we could eat, and this for no registration fee! The eggs which the lads did not fry up were hard boiled so that they would last through the weekend.

Temperatures were near perfect for a reenactment, however, more, faithful reader, on Mother Nature’s eventual decision to return to her rainy ways set early on in the 2009 season.

Friday night --

We had a good campfire on Friday night but nothing like Saturday of which an account, shortly, dear reader.

Saturday --

Much to my chagrin, Robbie, our pet chanticleer, was at it early on Saturday morning, beginning his weekend of crowing at approximately 5:54 am according to Mr. Staab’s watch, fully an hour before Sgt. Major Sutton began. That crowing continually, almost like clockwork every few minutes throughout the morning, eventually dying down. Perhaps  he got as much tired of crowing as we did hearing it. At my instance, he was removed, in his little animal carrier, to a site out of our camp so that we could get more sleep on Sunday morning. That having been said, Sgt. Major Sutton, forgoing his usual booming stentorian announcement, inexplicably chose to devilishly resort to banging on pots and pans on Sunday morning to get the men up.

The 9th had some drill on Saturday morning and with the time we had, we did some work on some of the School of the Soldier. We should have spent some time on skirmish drill as Col. Amend called the 9th out during the Saturday battle to begin the affair as skirmishers, and we did a serviceable job.

Late nights on Friday night meant much napping in camp on Saturday.

Saturday battle --

The 4th and the 16th MO agreed to galvanize for this fight. The fight began at 1:00 pm began per usual with artillery salvos. Then Col. Amend ordered the 9th in as skirmishers and the men did a very good job despite not having done skirmish drill earlier that morning. We probed the Yanks for awhile, then the other two of our companies came up and we joined them. Capt. Keith of the 4th made a fine target of a Red Leg with his custom-made bright red leggings.

We then pushed the Yanks and we were taking plenty of casualties, they not so many. Then, we fell back. At this point, the 9th fell into a little bit of a disarray, which is a good reason to remember to listen to the commands of either Battalion staff or the company commander. In any event, we did a left face and moved that way, but in doing so, we were exposing our flank to the enemy. i went down shortly thereafter. The combined 9th/3rd MO Dism. took 75% casualties -- no “bulletproof” soldiers here! -- and Col. Amend eventually decided that no more casualties need be taken. And so we withdrew as did the Yanks, leaving the field to death’s high carnival.

Permit me to note that an under-strength company from the 3rd MO Dismounted under Captain Tim Ritter fell in with us for both days’ battle, and it was a privilege fighting with those boys.

Following the battle, all of the 9th had a group photo taken by Bob Szabo who kindly agreed to take his gear out of his shop for a shoot by a tree line. The result is posted on Facebook and and is my new favorite. Nothing like lots of detail to create interest for the viewer. And although I see what Mr. Staab is holding, I don’t quite know why he is squinting (although some wags have offered their opinion). Mr. Visser in the upper left is holding a sign which says something along the lines of “the Rebel Chicken of Defiance” (the lettering on the photo as produced is quite fuzzy). A number of other good Szabo photos were taken at Holden, and earlier in the year, and many of these are shown on individual soldiers’ Facebook pages.

Later, we spent a lazy afternoon cleaning our guns, snacking and catching up. Some of the men from the other companies began a game of “artillery boards” which I first saw at Gettysburg 2008, where I think it was invented.

Saturday night --

The organizers provided a meal Saturday night but several of the 9th soldiers stayed in camp to eat. Unfortunately, I ended up near the end of the line for  the 5:30 dinner, but used the considerable wait time to catch up with Col. Amend who also got caught up at the end. The fare, although free, was not the best I’ve had -- pork, cole slaw, bread, and some underdone pintos. But you could go back for seconds, as I did, and they had a place to sit down.  No desert but those boy scouts were present.

An officer’s soiree was held after dinner for officers of both camps, hosted, I believe by Mike Rodderman, and what I must assume was his most lovely and enchanting wife. They laid out a nice spread with some cheese cubes, cookies, and hard and regular hot cider. Nicely done!  We also took a good photo of the Battalion’s infantry officers in attendance and you can see that on Facebook.

I figure that the Saturday night campfire thereafter was the best that I have had in recent memory and I think that view is shared by many.

The fun began with some dominos, then gin rummy, and the usual stories and jokes, then we progressed to poker. Others were near at hand around the campfire, and the estimable 3rd MO Lieutenant Shuster also stayed for awhile. We played the cards just outside my tent on my new table, generally with Col. Amend, Cpl. Albert, and Pvt. Ralph. There were several lanterns on the tables and a number of bottles crossed it as well, but no guns as we were all honest soldiers. Our games were primarily five stud, five draw, and seven card stud, and we occasionally threw in some extra wild cards. Much scrip was passed and all had some big pots, however, ultimately, it was a question of when you chose to quit the game. As I recall, Mr. Albert and Col. Amend were the big winners for the night. Mr. Gibbens and his lady, Ms. Stambaugh, stopped by one time.

At one point in the festivities, some of us went over to the fire and camp table of the third to see what mood Captain Girdner was in, but he was not yet warmed up. Later, after our card game had broken up, we went over again, and were treated to a story that Lt. Col. Williams was telling about an experience he had with some mechanical difficulties; permit me to add merely --  TMI -- and I think that, although Lt. Col. Williams is only an honorary member of the 9th, I herewith award him Homie for that effort.

But, of course, the main show was yet to come, and Captain Girdner had warmed up and gave us a splendid version of his nautical discourse; not his best, in my experience, but plenty sufficient to amuse those present.

Unfortunately, after having that great time, our mood was soured considerably by the distress one young lad, not connected to the Battalion, was having. Taking care of him eventually put us to bed after, I must guess here, 2 am.

Sunday --

Robbie the Rooster, although having been removed from our camp to a safe distance, nevertheless commenced crowing again, by the watch of Mr. Staab at 6:28 am. Mr. Staab had feared that the local raccoons would make a night attack on Robbie’s pen but he saw no evidence of that (too bad, I must have groused). Later, and in an effort to speed my getting up, someone placed Mr. Robbie in his pen next to my tent.

Mother Nature, having given us a bye at Lamoni, could not let the opportunity pass and so the rains came on Sunday morning. Not a driving rain, but certainly more than a mist, and plenty sufficient to get you wet and so most of us were driven under canvas at times. It eventually stopped around 11 or so and the sun actually came out around noon, although thereafter skies were generally overcast, but dry. At one point, I thought that the event was going to be called. I also thought that the moisture would make getting out a little problematic, but with the exception of one muddy spot on the road, I encountered no problem and saw none. The rain effectively cancelled whatever drill was contemplated.

Sunday battle --

The battle Sunday was the usual give and take. We had no colors on Saturday, but Mr. Jepsen took the flag and our own Cpl. Albert volunteered to serve as guard on Sunday. Eventually, we called a truce as the ground was not worth the casualties we were taking, the 9th taking 60%. The field behind our line was literally strewn with our dead and wounded. I will say that the 3rd MO boys, whose Capt. Girdner volunteered them for the duty of galvanizing at the morning officer’s meeting (just before I got my hand up), looked great in Blue! And they fought well. A truce was called, and we checked on our casualties. Eventually, the Yanks gave us the field, we resurrected, and did our pass by of the crowd. Our men fought with honor (more on that honor thing shortly).

As the weekend progressed, I began to notice the absence of our animatronic chicken, acquired at Prairie Grove 2008, who usually sits on my camp table and announces the presence of the 9th. I thought i had misplaced him and so searched my tent several times. I inquired of our 4th MO neighbors thinking some young private had pulled a stunt. Eventually, Capt. Keith took insult and I was very nearly forced to a duel with swords or pistols.

In any event, we were in the process of breaking camp when Col. Amend and Lt. Col. Williams could keep the secret no longer and the former actually pulled the poor fowl out of his bag, the little guy still having a little blindfold over hi s eyes. In fact, Mr. Visser called my attention to a text message with a picture of poor Robbie, sent to him and to me, and demanding a ransom of $500 gold. No wonder Col. Amend had previously asked me for my cell phone number.

I am astonished at the impudence of Staff. I cannot guarantee that some paybacks will not be attempted by the men, although I certainly could not countenance that (of this more later).

Getting out --

The battle was over at 1:30 and we were on the road by 2:45, with no difficulty or traffic jams getting out. Mr. Staab and I stopped at a Chili’s on the way home for a little fare, then on home to end the Holden 2009 campaign.

Epilogue -- just before the event, Col. Amend announced the appointment of the 1st MO’s Captain Dave Burnos to the position of Major on the Battalion staff. Captain Burnos is a capable leader and all around nice guy who will serve the Battalion well. My compliments, Sir.

Col. Amend also expressed the desire to have a Battalion muster near Springfield MO the 3rd weekend of March 2010 (I put that date as March 19-21, 2010). Prairie Grove will also be on the rotation for next year.

Overall --

Please note the following observations from Col. Amend:

Gentlemen, it was indeed an honor to again take the field with you in defense of our beloved state of Missouri. You once again as always, provided a sterling model of the love and dedication of this hobby that all other reenactors should feel obliged to measure up to. And even if our ranks were thinner than we might desire, even more so with the advent of our needing to galvanize once again, we showed what the men of our battalion are made of. The praise and admiration were mightily showered upon you by the event sponsors, the good citizens of Holden who also put so much of their heart into this event, and our few representatives from the federal ranks, was long and lengthy, and mightily gilded. For without our willingness to galvanize, to pull the event off, it very well would have fizzled. And in this day and age where the events are becoming few and far in-between, we most definitely need to show anyone possibly thinking of sponsoring an event, that the men of the 1st Missouri Battalion can always be counted on for its support. You all have my most heartfelt thanks and enduring gratitude. Commanding such troops in the field is a joy that few outside the hobby would be able to understand. I was also very pleased to see men from the 5th Missouri and 3rd Missouri dismounted, so long absent and very much missed in the ranks.
On a lighter note, it was also great to see the comradely going on within and between the companies of this command. Of the many of you with whom I visited, there were no sour comments, only good hearted jokes and hilarity. A great many salutations were shared, and I dare say, enabled me to sleep very well both nights. Though some of you need to stop bringing lamp oil to drink, LOL. Captain Daniels inventiveness for games, in particular our firewood toss, may very well need to have some serious inter-battalion competition. All companies looked very sharp in their drills. The high stakes poker game into which I found my self drawn into very nearly resulted in my being "skinned", but as fickle as lady luck can be, she enabled me to win enough large pots to make up for my less than stellar performance with the cards. I am looking forward to a rematch with my card mates within the Ninth and our intrepid Lt. Shuster from the 3rd. It is also my hope that Col.  [Robbie] Sanders will again feel fit to grace our camp with his presence. He was a splendidly handsome fellow, and while there was some disgruntlement as to his particular time in which to sing his praises to the battalion, I can only state that when compared to the gruff night noises made from within the company streets by a great many soldiers, his crows to the world were very slight indeed.
And special kudos to the men of the 9th for their good nature for when their mascot went missing. That prank come into being much the same way a man finds a silver dollar on the ground and picks it up, some things you just have to do. I daresay their mascot will probably enjoy better protection forthwith than even our beloved president Jefferson Davis.
All in all, it was an enjoyable weekend. And I am looking forward to seeing you all again in the field at Fortesque. Let's all get together and bring the biggest turnout possible for this event, and show the federals how much fun having large numbers on both side can be, and perhaps get them to come to events in greater numbers so that one day soon we can plan on leaving the blue suite at home for good.
I wish everyone a safe and speedy trip to the event. I look forward to seeing each of you in the field again very soon.


Your obedient servant,

Brian Cox
Captain, commanding
9th Texas Reg’t of Infantry
1st Missouri Battalion







                        LAMONI Cvil War Days 2009 a Success!!   



A contingent from the 9th Texas enjoyed a smorgasbord of activities at Lamoni IA’s 7th Annual Civil War Days, Labor Day weekend, September 4-6, 2009 -- from a “mini-immersion” event, to trench warfare, to hand-to-hand, to Fredricksburg-style attacks on the federal line, and more. Although a small event, Lamoni was big on activities and overall reenactor satisfaction. Read on, faithful reader, and I will tell you the story of Lamoni 2009 (their website is still up at

Present for duty in the 9th Texas were Pvt’s Mark and VJ Gianelloni, Staab, and our newest recruit, John Poitevin from Paxico KS (Mr. Poitevin is usually a Wheat’s Tiger, but I hope to have him in jean wool soon), and your humble correspondent. Also falling in with the 9th for the weekend’s battles were some of our brothers from the 2nd, 3rd, 10th, and 16th MO, including our good friend Dave Jepsen. Also present on the Confederate side were Elliott’s Scouts, the “Tater Mess” out of the Kansas City area, and the 7th Kentucky out of Iowa. There may have been one or two from the 4th MO. Please accept my apologies, fellow Rebs, if I have forgotten you.

Captain Sam Stanton of Elliott’s Scouts was in overall command on the Reb side with the Battalion’s own Captain Burnos of the 1st MO capably taking on duties as Major with command of the Reb infantry. (There was a real dearth of captains from the Battalion.) Lt’s. Shuster of the 3rd MO and Mongtomery of the 1st MO filled in in supporting roles on Battalion staff. I think that we were in quite capable hands, thank you.

Your humble correspondent had the honor of commanding for the weekend one company of Texans and Missourians, as noted. Permit me to tender my thanks to the 9th’s own Mark Gianelloni for filling in as 1st Sgt. on Saturday, and the 2nd MO’s Jeremy Chinn for filling in on Sunday.

For such an action-packed weekend, numbers were fairly low:  50 Reb infantry including Elliot’s Scouts and 3 field pieces with 10 cavalry. The Yanks had 30 infantry, 4 cannon and 20 cavalry.

Colonel Daniel Croufitt, breveted to general for the event, was in overall command on the federal side at the least for infantry. Also present on the Yank side were detachments from his Muddy River Battalion, the 15th Iowa, the 32nd Iowa; and McClain’s CO Battery,  and the 3rd Iowa also as artillery; and the 2nd CO, Fremont Pathfinders, and 5th MO as cavalry.

Sutlers were Del Warren, the root beer man, the Ladies parlor, a small food vender, Sue’s Creations, Heritage Crafts, New Salem Broom Works, Old Kentuckian Gourd Banjos, and some period craftsmen. A warrior from the Fox Native American tribe was present with his tipi. The federal Sanitary Commission was present with George and Diane Bernheimer from Topeka.

Some live mortar fire was promised, however, I did not see it. There apparently was some firing of bowling balls, of which a little more later.

Getting in --

Lamoni is a small Iowa burg conveniently located about two hours north out of Kansas City, then a short jog which was clearly marked and you are there. The site itself appears to be grassy farmland and some kind of park as there was a lake there with a number of running/walking paths. It was beautiful Iowa countryside, and it looks like they have had their share of the spring/summer rain that we have had further south.

Mr. Staab and your humble correspondent had carefully planned ample time for our trip up to the event so as to be able to set up and fall in for the mini-immersion event, which required a 7 pm march out. However, rain and construction delays on the way up on I-35 conspired to eat away much of that time.

In any event, upon our arrival, we established our company street, and were joined on Saturday by Mr. Jepsen of the 10th, Jim “Doc” Lindsey, also of the 10th, and fun-loving Brandon Keller and new  man Jarrett Muck of the 3rd MO. We had our own fire and our own camp. The location of the Reb infantry camp was changed from year’s past when we were sited just past the entrance, to the right, and along the tree line. This year, we were moved straight ahead, and considerably further from sutler’s row to no apparent improvement.

The weather cooperated all weekend as it was dry and upper 50’s at night and a little warm in the 70’s during the day. Did I say there was NO RAIN! There were no ticks, no chiggers, very few mosquitos (despite it being fertile country for them with the lake close at hand), no spiders, no snakes. Perhaps they sprayed.

Ice was not provided, and firewood was a little problematic. We were able to supplement the meagre amount of wood that we were provided by some deadfall which was quite close to our camp and easily obtained. There was no straw, at least in the 9th’s camp. A large water buffalo was close at hand so water was never a problem. Port-a-potties were available and kept clean from what I saw (of course, the tree line was handy, too). Parking was close enough at about 1/4 mile out and we had no real problems with cars in camp.

The battlefield itself was a large open field with low grass generally sited quite conveniently between the two contending camps. Mostly identical trenches had been dug, perhaps 150 yards apart, and perhaps 20 yards wide. But these were no simple, hastily-dug rifle pits but full blown trenches, deep enough to easily protect a man up to his neck, with head logs at the front and a bombproof inside, at least on the Reb side. Some unsharpened obstacles (cheval de frise) also protected one flank. A small house was constructed between the two trenches to add some drama to the Saturday battle in which it was dutifully burned (it was finished only on the side facing the spectators and was quite small).

We essentially had no drill all weekend as we had so many splintered commands.

Friday night campaign --

Lamoni is getting to be known for the “mini-immersion” event put on on Friday night. It’s not for your typical “garrison” troops and can be somewhat demanding. The short story is that the troops form up, carrying their gear on their backs, receive raw rations, then march out into the Iowa countryside for a night’s stay, ready for action against the federals who were doing the same.

Approximately 19 stalwarts took part in the campaign on the Reb side, including 100% of those attending from the 9th -- no “garrison” troops here from Texas.

The game lads from the 9th arrived just in time on Friday night to quickly set up and grab their gear and report for the march out. Raw rations were issued although we were too late to receive anything but a large hunk of salt pork which we wrapped in cheese cloth. I am given to understand that a ration of whiskey was also provided to the campaigners although we missed that. We were under the overall command of the Tater Mess boys, including acting captain Mike Kupsch, a nice and competent fellow. Don’t know why that command decision was made, but no complaints. The Taters were our opponents in Blue last year on the campaign when the Rebs numbered but four (4) soldiers including your faithful correspondent.

You know, you get the bedroll (or pack) on, the rifle in your hands, and you start marching, and you begin to sweat, and the thought briefly crosses your mind -- was this a good idea?

The march was uneventful and we never really had to deploy to fight any Yanks although we had some skirmishers out in front. The terrain was largely Iowa farmland with plenty of tall corn, and those huge round bales of hay -- plenty of terrain for an ambush! Much of the route also appears to have been mowed into a pathway for us, or some other purpose. At one point, we marched through a paint-ball arena with various obstacles, and in the growing darkness, it seemed a little ominous.

The march was, I suppose about three miles or about 70 minutes of uninterrupted walking. Soon, we arrived at the point recognized to be our bivouac and I recognized it to be the camp of the Tater Mess last year or close to it. We threw our gear down and divided up into details to secure water and firewood. Plastic jugs of water and some firewood had been left for us near the site. Digging a firepit was a little problematic as we had only a small hatchet and bayonets. But the job was soon done and two fires lit. Your humble firestarter did his part.

The march and the heat, albeit mild, produced ample sweat, and this was sweat through your shirt, through your suspenders, and into your shell (at the last minute, I left my vest in my tent back in camp). I took mine off and hung it on a nearby tree, to no avail. Many of us later held our shells above the fire and this had some success.

The salt pork was soon out, roasting on the ends of knives, ramrods and frying pans. Good stuff after the march!

We had some serious political discussions that night including whether a state has the lawful right now, or then, to secede from the Union.  I offered that no nation proper ever had provision in its organic laws any provision for its dissolution, citing Lincoln’s First Inaugural Address, and that that issue was one concluded by the War (I couldn’t offer the popular view, now could I?). I was challenged on that by some very knowledgeable dissenters. Before that discussion, we also had some pretty serious discussions about Monty Python and the Family Guy (ask Mr. Poitevan about the epikak episode).

Some of the Tater Mess boys, including a game young lad called “Cuppy” or something  of the sort, soon broke into period songs, some known, some not, but certainly not your usual fodder. I think he also had his bones with him. (On Saturday night, and back in camp, they also had the assist of a banjo -- great talent if you can get that in your company! Hmmm ...) And then we had some refreshment. Those Tater Mess boys are a generous lot, one of their number coming over to our little campfire to offer us some refreshment on three separate occasions. Mr. Jones even appeared after a bit with a jug of liquor, and a “surprise,” his own daughters who had made the hike and graced us hardened campaigners with a little female presence.

Although nothing to rival temperatures during the campaign at Shiloh 2007, the temperature did cool considerably that night, and your skinny correspondent could have used more than the single blanket and ground cloth he brought.

We had a pretty leisurely morning on Saturday but also had very little to eat. And so, getting back to camp was a good idea. The plan hatched the previous night was for some of the “garrison” troops under Major Burnos to march out and, with our campaigners, destroy the federals in a pincer.

That plan, however, was derailed at least somewhat when some of the federal garrison troops and some of their artillery marched out of their camp and endeavored to ambush us. (No one sent us word that that was happening.) That plan worked quite well as were were almost back to our central camp, uneventfully, and marching in a defile when, as it opened up, we had federal artillery on our left and infantry and more artillery to our front. We had a brief fire-fight and then it was over. Two cavalrymen, dressed in Blue, but carrying a Reb battle flag, announced that they had seized one of the cannon, and a large contingent of infantry to our front then meekly surrendered without much of a fight.  Several of us also flushed one Yank out of a cornfield who surrendered without firing a shot. Figure that -- with the momentary upper hand, they all surrendered??!!

We also saw that Major Burnos had brought some of the garrison troops out of camp to support us. And we formed up briefly with them, then marched back into camp to take up the rest of the weekend’s activities.

Later in the day, a number of us took the opportunity to have some photos take by Bob Szabo who, unfortunately, has relocated to the East (but came to Holden MO the week later, as will be later reported). Some excellent photos were taken and many of these, faithful reader, you can find on Facebook.

Saturday’s battle --

The plan of battle on Saturday was pretty much everything you could think of -- infantry, artillery, calvary, trenches, a burning house, and pyrotechnics. The 9th Texas, under my command, also had game fellows from the 2nd, 3rd,  10th, and 16th MO.

Of note, we posted a couple of sharpshooters in the house located between the competing trenches which the federal infantry eventually rousted out, then setting fire to the house which was quite a satisfying sight. The cavalry messed around the corners but were never much a problem. We had three or four artillery and the opposing was much the same. As the Battalion advanced for the final time on the federals, one clueless fellow in blue, ostensibly dead or dying, drew up his rifle when we were quite close and fired directly at us. I did not see this but others did including Major Burnos who was immediately on the man advising that he if ever did that again, the former’s sword would draw blood. Otherwise, there was the usual give and take over the battlefield. Mr. Staab went down both days in battle, perhaps influenced some by gun troubles.

This, and Sunday’s battle, played to fairly large and appreciative crowds, and there was sustained applause after each. We did our traditional pass-by after. I might speculate that much of the crowd satisfaction was doubtless due in part to the running narrative over the PA system provided by event organizer, Doug Jones. Kudos for the effort.

The plan was later hatched on Saturday to do for the Sunday battle what we have seldom done,  that is to make full use of the trenches which had been dug for us, and assault the federal lines by successive waves of Confederate infantry. Read on, faithful reader, and you shall see the outcome of that fateful decision.

Saturday night --

Some of those ner-do-wells from the 1st MO -- Pvt’s Kevin Roberts and Lewis Rice --  were at it again, and on Saturday afternoon, for the offense of sundry mischief, were sentenced to be bucked and gagged which they were, after some consultation as to “how was that tied up again?” I made my usual pitch for “discovery” and “motions” and “Due Process,” but I saw that they men were already tied so my appeal was denied.

Dinner was provided by the organizers -- pork, corn, baked beans, and canned peaches. Servings were a little stingy, but you could go back for seconds as I and Mr. Jepsen readily did. Afterwards, Major Burnos shared some of the politics of putting on an event in the aftermath of Shoal Creek earlier this year.

Some went to the dance which had begun in the dirt street which was sutler’s row.
As the evening progressed, we received “intelligence” from two sources that the federals contemplated a night attack on our camp. Against that eventuality, we posted pickets along their expected line of advance, and also sent one of our number into the federal camp in the blue uniform to attempt to gain information (Shh! Don’t tell anyone!). The darkness grew thicker and the men were further into their Saturday night festivities, so a night fight would not have proved the best judgment.

As the night continued, however, it appeared that some activity was afoot as there was a great deal of firing toward and beyond no man’s land between the trenches. The Tater Mess boys, who camped in the trenches, were convinced that the yanks were approaching as I heard them more than once yell to man the trenches. I was unimpressed that an attack was imminent, and so went back to enjoy the campfire with my pards. The next day I learned that the federals launched no attack, but that Elliott’s Scouts had, and a few federal infantry joined in as well as some of their artillery, and that explained the confused firings that we heard.

Discussions around the campfire on Saturday night were considerably less serious than Friday, and soon turned to the usual fare. A bag of taco-flavored Dorritos was produced and was much in demand. Doc soon presented some old fireworks which we dutifully either fired off or flung into the fire. While the federals generally had the better display with their fireworks, we had the greater audacity as some of the 3rd MO boys claimed that they fired some of our roman candles at the federals out of their very arses! I can tell you that it got much sillier after that (and I can tell you that, after Holden, a week later, this story continues with a life of its own).

I began to nod off and went to bed. Most of the lads stayed up and some, including our own Mr. Staab then went out looking for a local watering hole, which I understand they found in a neighboring town with all of three patrons.

Mr. Gianelloni’s son, VJ, earned the nickname of “Goldilocks” that night and the award of Homie for his activities. Apparently, he retired early to bed in his father’s tent, and rounded up all the blankets into the center of the tent. When his dad and Mr. Poitevan determined to set up their own beds, they awakened him and apparently irritated him to the point where he went across the company street to sleep in Mr. Jepson’s tent. Or was it sleepwalking? And VJ was heard to be talking nonsense about penguins, and singing. That did not go well for some reason, and VJ then attempted to exit out the back of Mr. Jepsen’s test, popping buttons on an heirloom tent. Mr. Jepson’s usually calm demeanor was gone.

Sunday --

I was  very slow to get up on Sunday morning, passing an uncomfortable night which should have been much better given the lack of sleep on Friday night on the campaign. And we had no Sgt. Major Sutton’s booming voice to get us up. I will note that several times a soldier came up to my camp table and turned the chicken loose. It finally took. Some food and caffeine brought me around.

While visiting sutler’s row on Sunday morning to pay Bob Szabo for a group photo (see it on Facebook), I spied young Mr. John Allin, who was previously at Kingston, teaching a lady how to play the bones. Mr. Allin and dad are from the 7th/30th Mo, and he was wearing a brand new federal frock coat.

An impromptu officer’s call was called by Doug Jones who discussed several points of concern. One was that he observed one of our number draw his rammer on the field during Saturday’s battle, and that that must never happen again. Mr. Jones later wanted to personally confront the man, as I heard it later, however, that was not deemed necessary. It was later learned who that person was and he is a veteran and a good soldier and undoubtedly had a good reason for doing so. The second point raised was that some of the artillery had been firing bowling balls into the lake. I don’t know whether that was intended or not, but that was stopped. The final point was raised by us about the federal, ostensibly dead or dying, who actually fired on us during Saturday’s battle, as noted above.

Messr’s Staab, Gianelloni, and Poitevin sought a church service out of camp and apparently had a good breakfast at a local (albeit non-Lamoni) diner they stumbled on.  At lunch on Sunday, the 1st MO generously offered part of their fare -- sandwiches, string cheese, and oranges.

Sunday’s battle --

We formed up behind the trenches manned by the Taters. The plan was as noted above, i.e. sequential company attacks on the federal trenches. And Elliott’s Scouts went in first, but they got chewed up. Then the 9th went in as the first infantry, Major Burnos was with us; we advanced and fired and advanced and fired again, but also got chewed up. I could not resist putting my kepi on the end of my sword for the charge, a la Armistead. We only made it 1/2 way and were taking 30 % casualties and two men fled, with the Yanks still in their trenches. We sent two more waves at them to no avail. We all likely knew ahead of time that company-wide attacks sent in piecemeal against determined foes behind entrenchments were doomed to failure.

After our survivors had reformed and as we were trading fire from our trenches, I tried to calm the men by claiming that the Yanks could not hit an elephant at the current range, when a bullet slammed into my midsection. Luckily, although it knocked me down, it glanced off my belt buckle, and i soon got up.

All the survivors then formed into one Battalion line to make one more assault.  At one point we did a “charge bayonet.” Along the way, I was gut shot and went down. for good. Before i went down, I saw a small contingent of Yanks on their right forming up for a previously-rehearsed hand-to-hand. It looked a little unrealistic for such a small group of soldiers to come out of their trenches after we took such a whipping but I guess it was a crowd pleaser. Ultimately, none made it to the trenches. And soon, we resurrected.

Getting out --

The Sunday battle commenced at 1:15, and Mr. Staab and I were on the road, after packing up, cleaning up, and saying good byes, at 3:15. The three hour trip home was uneventful, and we were back in Topeka by 7 p.m.

The following is from Major Burnos:

I can say that the men did an outstanding job. They did what I asked them to do and I am very proud of them. That is why that this Battalion is the best of the best. When we can mix the boys in different companies from their own and they can still do what was asked of them, I cannot express into words how proud I am. As always it has been an honor to serve as a commanding officer with the men of the Battalion.  

Epilogue --

Overall, I give Lamoni high marks for reenactor satisfaction. Activities went off without a hitch, there was much to do, battles were fun, the weather largely cooperated, there was very little “hurry up and wait” on our marches, the mini-immersion event on Friday night went as planned, and no one was hurt. I think that the Battalion should give some thought to making this a Maximum Battalion event in the future. I assume that it would draw necessary federal support, it is in territory that we usually do not frequent, it has the support of the community, and a track record of proven activities. And not to mention the highly competent ramrodding of Mr. Doug Jones.

On the other hand, I sure wish that the Battalion had been offered the chance to camp in those trenches, or at least that that decision had been made with all having the opportunity to compete for the prize.

Permit me to note that I saw only one very small food vender at the event, and this is certainly something which could stand improvement. A beer garden for thirsty soldiers might also be considered.

Your obedient servant,

Brian Cox
Captain, commanding
9th Texas Reg’t of Infantry
1st Missouri Battalion

P.S. I might note that Mr. Gianalonie is going forward with a project to create and sell a small kit for ramrod attachments, e.g., worm, scraper, etc. The prototype was nicely done, and Del Warren may carry the whole thing. Please contact Mark for details.

P.S.S. Thank you all, faithful readers, for reading these after action reports. I know that many of you have commented to me that you have read and enjoyed them. Even one such comment would make completely worthwhile the considerable effort it takes to reduce the various details of an event into a digestible format. So, thanks, again!



          As you know, I cancelled our participation in the Lawrence event which had been scheduled for August. 15, 2009, at South Park in Lawrence, KS. An article about that ran in the Lawrence Journal-World on August 15, and a number of user comments were posted. I posted the following and trust that it receives the approval of the rank and file:

I write concerning the cancellation of the Civil War reenactment in Lawrence, at South Park, August 15, 2009. Much could be said about that; little need be. The 9th Texas (with many members from Kansas) and other allied reenacting groups assumed that we would be permitted to do what Civil War reenactors do, including firing our weapons (with blanks). At the eleventh hour, city officials refused to grant us permission to fire in South Park although that had been done in 2007, the last time we were there. As such, I cancelled our participation. The statements in the Lawrence Journal-World on August 15 attributed to Debbie White, manager of the Lawrence Visitor Center, that the 9th Texas “couldn’t make the trip” and that “things [had] come up,” are, therefore, not entirely accurate.

The 9th Texas and its brother units are committed to the cause of historical preservation, including honoring those, both North and South, who chose to put their lives on the line for what they believed in. I know that the Civil War reenactors would have put on a good recreation of the life of the Civil War soldier in South Park had that been permitted. I extend my apologies to the folks in Lawrence and elsewhere that the event did not come off as originally advertised.

If the 9th chooses to participate in this event in the future, I hope that details can be worked out ahead of time to the satisfaction of all.

Brian Cox
Captain, commanding
9th Texas Volunteer Infantry
1st Missouri Battalion

    Additional note:

The Lawrence Journal-World ran an additional piece on the cancellation of the event in the on-line version of the paper, found at

The reader posts following the article are well worth reading.



               AFTER ACTION REPORT - DILLER, NEBRASKA  JULY 9-11, 2009

Every summer the little town of Diller Nebraska hosts its annual picnic drawing a unique cast of characters of all ages.  This year they invited the First Nebraska Volunteer Infantry, our adversaries from the Capture of Jefferson City, the 165th NY volunteer infantry, and many others. Other groups participating included 3rd La Inf, 1st NC cavalry, Pettit Battery, 10th IA inf, 13th US Infantry. Approximately 50 soldiers and camp support staff participated.  The union forces were led by Capt. Lloyd Coates and freedom fighters were led by Waylon Osterberg ( former 9th member?). Chris Visser and Aaron Staab fell in with the Nebraska boys for the weekend. The Saturday battle was to be a portrayal of the Hornets nest at Shiloh; not an easy feat to pull off with 15-20 rifles per side. The union army burnt alot of powder in the effort. Eventually,the troops in blue, cut off from supplies ran out of rounds and were forced to surrender, thus ending the action for the day.  As should be expected, no member of the Ninth subjected himself to capture; Visser and Staab were mortally wounded in the fierce fighting, rather than face charges of being traitors to the southern nation. The crowd of about 250 seemed to appreciate the approximately thirty minute battle. 
Upon arriving back to camp, the most unique of vehicles graced our presence. It was a 1928 panel truck covered in art and antiques. Among the artistic items attached to the body of the truck was a clone of Homey; he was held in place with a pair of old handcuffs around his neck. The truck was there to participate in the town's parade which we also participated in. The military units were spread out for the parade with the CSA infantry marching out early on followed by the US infantry then to bring up the rear was the galvanized cavalry.  The parade had sixty entries including Miss Jefferson County NE, John Deere tractors of all vintages, new forklifts for sale, and a furry-con gorilla extended family entry.  After the mile long route, they had to be burning up in those furry suits. For a change we felt bad for someone else wearing hot suits. After cooling off from that hike, most of the members of the First NE participated in the candlelight tour and played out a skit in which Union soldiers were engaged in unlawful profiteering while serving as an occupation force during the war.
     The life was full of good humor and eats. There was a ham being smoked over the fire for the better part of the weekend, until it was eventually devoured over the course of the event. It was included in several meals.  There was a camp cook on hand to prepare all of the meals including a stew and roasted ears of corn.  After dinner, the local fire department opened a beer garden to raise funds for needed equipment. They were well supported.  From 8:00 until midnight or so, country singer Dustin Evans performed for several hundred folks in makeshift grandstands downtown.  A couple chaps, John and Donald, who fell in with the Ninth for the Kingston event met up with our crew downtown. We were also joined by a couple of the organizers of the Pipestone event.  A good time was had by all.
     The Sunday battle was an attempt to portray Picketts charge at Gettysburg. Again with a small number of rifles we had to take hits then reemerge in the Union line to keep the line intact.  The confederate charge was eventually squashed as the flag bearer almost reached the federal line unescorted.
    This event was well organized for a first time reenactment, with clean facilities 50 yards from camp and plenty of firewood.  It is well worth considering on a three (or so) year rotation. Not a max type event, but well worth the trip of about two hours north of Topeka. The locals were appreciative and a powder ration was paid. With the event in mid July, it was a good event to fill some idle time between June and September.

[Your humble servant,

Pvt. Aaron Staab]



                               CANCELLATION OF BENTONVILLE 2009

Men, per email from Major Looney, Bentonville 2009 has been cancelled, again. If anyone has events/activities in mind for November or December, please advise, and I will get the word out.

Until then, there still remains lots on the calendar in September and October, and an update will be posted soon.

Brian Cox
Captain, commanding
9th Texas Vol. Infantry
1st Mo. Battalion


                            HUMBOLDT, KS, JUNE 12-14, 2009



The 9th visited again one of its old stomping grounds to support Mr. Downey and Humboldt’s home-grown Civil War history, including the October 14, 1861, sack of the town. And a fine time was had in Humboldt’s own, kinda hokie, but every bit satisfying way. By way of reference, Humboldt is about 2 hours south out of Topeka mostly on highway 75.

The following account of the raid is found on the Humboldt Chamber of Commerce’s website:

At about 4 p.m. on October 14, 1861, a Confederate cavalry suddenly invaded Humboldt. The Home Guard were caught by surprise at O'Brien's Mill where they were quartered.

Most of the buildings were set afire after the women and children were allowed to remove valuable possessions and household goods. Rebels moved through the town, setting torches to homes and businesses.

The night was illuminated by the flames of the burning town. The roaring of the fire and the crashing of the buildings could be heard for miles around. Nearly the whole town lay in ashes and ruin.

The invading troops were made to think that a defending force was on its way, so they did not remain. The captives, who had been taken a short distance from town, were released.

Present for duty were Col. Brad Amend, Battalion Color Sgt. Shawn Bell, 1st Sgt. Brian Shively, 1st Cpl. Randy Downey, Pvt’s Shemwell, Staab, Ralph, T. Leahy, J. Gibbens, Keidel, and your humble correspondent as Captain. Mr. Ralph, it was good to see you out and we hope to see more of you in the future. Likewise, Mr. Keidel. Greetings as well to Mr. Gibben’s new lady, Miss Donna Stambaugh. Did I miss anyone? Mr. Bell capably filled in as a private and brought some “Hollywood dirt” with him for that “just off campaign” look. Our friend and sometime Battalion color guard, Dave Jepsen, of the 10 MO, was also in attendance to support the event.

Some of the boys from the 2nd Kansas, under Captain Greg Traxson, a group from down southeast, joined us and they were a fun group. They have a way of filling their ranks by students taking a CW class at Labette County HIgh School. Neat recruiting tool if you can get it.

Together, we had our own rebel camp with a company street, captain’s tent at one end and an abbreviated civilian camp -- Mr. Gibbens’ -- at the other.

Some buffalo soldiers made an appearance and they cut fine figures, although we had little chance to chat and compare notes with them.

Permit me to thank the City of Humboldt, Ellery and Eileen Robertson, and Mr. Downey for being quite gracious hosts and permitting the 9th to largely have its own event. We had sandwiches issued to us for Saturday lunch, raw rations the next morning, plenty of firewood, our own porta-john with a hand-washing unit as well, and a suitable trash container. And I understand a bounty of $10 per man is in the offing. No complaints. Not to mention the relatively large crowds the event drew. Too bad it is only on a three year rotation.

The weather, while hot, was tolerable, and certainly we could have predicted it, given our history with Mother Nature thus far this year (see various after action reports below), rain early on Sunday morning.

The usual scenarios played to appreciative crowds -- including the rousting of the town, the later burning of the town, and the court martial and execution of Pvt. Driscoll, of which more later.

Mr. Leahy also appeared as Old Abe, and under the big tent gave his usual speech of anecdotes and homilies. As the main event, at least in my book, Tom then presented Lincoln’s Second Inaugural Address, in pertinent part:

Fondly do we hope—fervently do we pray—that this mighty scourge of war may speedily pass away. Yet, if God wills that it continue, until all the wealth piled by the bond-man's two hundred and fifty years of unrequited toil shall be sunk, and until every drop of blood drawn with the lash, shall be paid by another drawn with the sword, as was said three thousand years ago, so still it must be said "the judgments of the Lord, are true and righteous altogether"

and Gettysburg Address as well, again in pertinent part:

The world will little note, nor long remember, what we say here, but it can never forget what they did here. It is for us the living, rather, to be dedicated here to the unfinished work which they who fought here have thus far so nobly advanced. It is rather for us to be here dedicated to the great task remaining before us - that from these honored dead we take increased devotion to that cause for which they gave the last full measure of devotion - that we here highly resolve that these dead shall not have died in vain - that this nation, under God, shall have a new birth of freedom - and that government of the people, by the people, for the people, shall not perish from the earth.

which for me, even as a reb, is pretty heady stuff.

President Lincoln then stood for questions, and, as observed by me, Tom was able to pull that off capably, intelligently, and with good cheer.

The rest of us formed up as Yanks for a little drill for the crowds as well as a short talk about the life of the Civil War solider. One thing I will say about Humboldt is that they pack alot of stuff into a very short time.

Meanwhile, the court martial of federal Pvt. Driscoll had begun, and a full-blown although truncated court martial with live witnesses, and a panel of judges was in the offing. The ne'er-do-well was convicted by sworn testimony and sentenced to death by firing squad which was carried out by the 9th with our friends from the 2nd with military precision. Mr. Keidel, as the unfortunate private, had his hands bound and a cloth bag placed on his head. He was placed on the coffin, and his human flesh rendered by missiles of lead, and he was sent on to whatever reward our God has for deserters. Nicely done, and, I might add, Mr. Keidel gamely played the private and stuck to the script by going down on the first and only volley.

After the execution, Mr. Bell and I demonstrated to some young spectators the fearful power of black powder even sans lead fired from a musket visited on a Coke can from five yards -- the can was blown ten feet and peppered by exploding grains of gunpowder.

Later, on Saturday night, Mr. Keidel cooked us an excellent supper of venison stew and fruit cobbler. We were somewhat rushed as we wanted to make it over to the local high school for a screening of the hopefully finally edited version of Tom Goodrich’s Bloody Dawn, about the August 1863 sack of Lawrence, in which many 9th men dutifully played as extras (the film also played on PBS on June 24).  Messrs. Bell and Leahy mc’d the showing. Despite some false starts with the equipment, including shutting the whole showing down once due to problems with the equipment, the film was eventually played in its entirety.

Everyone did his part in the film, but it is tough to overlook the fine acting skills of Mr. Leahy as Quantrill; Mr. Rader, as a defiant, and predictably soon dead, Lawrence civilian; Mr. Andrews as a local whose skin was saved by donning women’s clothes, and others. Acting chops the 9th has in spades! I might note that, while watching the film from the front row, I casually shifted my feet, hitting the cord to the player, and shut down the whole thing for several minutes. It was a truly Homie-deserving move, but I was saved by an inconclusive vote, of which more later.

By this point, Col. Amend had joined us.

Later, the Free Staters gave a concert in a room of the high school which seemed more suitably decorated for a high school prom, but nonetheless, an appreciative group of locals were in attendance and danced to the music.

Well, it was about time for the climax of the evening -- our traditional visit to the “Tip On Inn,” a local watering hole in town and within walking distance of the school. I didn’t catch the names of the owners, a man and his wife, but they were perfect hosts, and we enjoyed free popcorn all night. We commandeered the large room adjoining the bar proper and played pool, pumped the juke box with quarters, played card games (mostly five draw, five stud, and seven card stud, mostly with Jacks or better to open), and had some liquid refreshment. It was great fun.

During the card playing, much confederate scrip changed hands and I note that Mr. Gibbens and the undersigned took home our share.  Permit me to note that on the last hand, and by a provident cut of the cards, Mr. Gibbens’ straight fell to my flush, and so we headed back to camp, for a little more refreshment. Mr. Shively had some pretty good some cinnamon apple libation. A possible new recruit also joined us.

Prior to our leaving, to commemorate our trips to the Inn, our resident creative genius, Mr. Shemwell presented a 9th Texas “tile” for the ceiling, and we all queued up to sign it, and Mr. Bell hoisted it into place. Front and center on the tile is a rendering of the 9th’s own Rebel Chicken of Defiance.

Well, all to bed to await the morning rains. Col. Amend slept in his truck. Others stayed dry in their tents. On the morning, we had raw rations including eggs, sausage, bacon. As a special treat, Sgt. Shively, the recipient of a peanut butter pie the evening before shared that, and it was delicious.

We also had an abbreviated church service, with songs, prayer, and sermon, provided by a young fellow who was youth minister at a local church.  The 9th, usually a boisterous lot, maintained a polite, composed demeanor.

Homie was not awarded due to inconclusive voting, and remains at present with Mr. Downey.

Upon finishing breakfast and packing up, we all left one by one, much satisfied with the event.

Here is an after action note from Mr. Downey:

As I wind down (got to go into work tonight). I really want to thank all of the reenactors that came in to help this weekend. The boys from Coffeyville (yes and Welch, OK) and the Second Kansas were greatly appreciated. Likewise our honorary member from the Tenth Missouri! Naturally it couldn't have been done without my comrades from the Ninth. I really want to pass on how much we are appreciated by the Humboldt Civl War Days Comm. As I finished my recruiting spiel during the tour today, I overheard Eileen Robertson bragging on us to a bus load of people on how much the Ninth has meant to the preservation and presentation of history in Humboldt. I know that they want me to pass this on to all of you who have helped so much over the years. Have no doubt that our efforts were appreciated. My hat is off to you. Many Thanks.


I remain, your obedient servant,

Brian Cox
Captain, commanding
9th Texas Reg’t of Infantry
1st Missouri Battalion





9th ingloriously surrenders at Ft. Titus, Lecompton KS


Lecompton, KS, June 17-19, 2009 - After Action Report

Pvt. Aaron Staab and your humble correspondent participated in the Lecompton event, including in the main the Battle of Ft. Titus, June 17-19, 2009, held on a three (3) year rotation in conjunction with the local Territorial Days, a local festival/fair. The latter attracted a fair crowd, and quite a row of food venders, clearly rivaling anything we have seen this year at any CW reenactment. Inexplicably, Territorial Days runs from Friday to Saturday, but the Battle is only Saturday and Sunday. Crowds had thus greatly petered out by Sunday. Go Figure.

Lecompton is a small burg about 20 miles out of Topeka, east on highway 24.  The Constitution Hall, a national historic landmark and the Territorial Capital Museum, are both situated in Lecompton -- see the further note below.

The event is quite small, perhaps tiny by comparison, but it was well-supported by the management of the site, including Tim Rues, site administrator, to whom I extend our thanks (more from Tim below). There was plenty of food, including raw rations, a place to camp (which could not hold large numbers), clean porcelain for those who preferred it, but very little firewood. We were even offered the chance to spend the night in cool AC in the museum, pretty tempting, but no takers.

Aaron and I set up our little camp and made our fire. We had an enjoyable time there on Friday night, trading stories and having some brew. Thought the traffic on the nearby street would be a problem but it proved not to be. There was a Saturday morning parade which Aaron and I did not attend, but we did stroll around the town to see what Territorial Days was all about. Lots of hustle and bustle and lots of locals -- typical local festival/fair.

The event was pretty hot and not much to speak of by way or recruiting, so, I spent Saturday night back home at the plantation with the gal and dog and went back for the Sunday battle. Mr. Staab did likewise.

Aaron and i were soon joined by a couple of the lads from the 16th MO, and one of Elliott’s Scouts joined us on Sunday.  At least some of the lads from the 8th Kansas and a local artillery crew we have seen in the past were also in attendance as well as  many others, mostly on the free State side whose units I did not catch.

The highlight of the event was the reenactment of the actual battle of (the re-constructed) Ft. Titus, described thus on the website of Historic Lecompton:

On August 16, 1856, some fifty Free State men under Captain Samuel Walker attacked Ft. Titus. After a brief battle, Ft. Titus and its thirty-four defenders, including Colonel Henry Titus, surrendered. Also surrendered were 400 muskets, a large number of knives, 13 horses, several wagons, a large stock of household provisions, farm equipment and $10,000 in gold and bank drafts. Slaves and servants owned by Titus were set free and instructed to go to Topeka. Two proslavery men defenders were killed and Titus and five other combatants were seriously injured. Eight free state men were wounded, Captain Henry Shombre mortally. The fort was then burned to the ground.
Ft. Titus was a proslavery stronghold in Douglas County about two miles south of Lecompton on the east bank of Coon Creek. Colonel Henry Titus built a fortified log house as a rendezvous point and place of defense for proslavery men fighting their Free State neighbors.

Not told in this short account is the fact that, upon the surrender, the free State men were set to string up pro-slavery man Col. Titus, however, at the last minute, he gave the Mason sign to the Sheriff and was thus saved from a stretched neck.

Our part in the Battle of Ft. Titus began both days with the southern men lounging around our little camp, with the free staters set to assault it. The latter also brought up heavy ordinance -- in the form of a small cannon -- and greater numbers of men. And so, after a few volleys of small arms fire, we were forced into the log cabin-like “Ft.” Titus, a nice enough structure, if a little small, but clearly no match for iron balls which were soon poured fired our way. The event proved a good chance to break out the pistols, and I put two into play. Upon the signal fourth firing of their cannon, we showed the white flag, threw down our guns and were ignominiously rounded up for incarceration. Following the battle both days we answered questions and stood for photos for an appreciative, if small, group of locals and other history buffs.

Permit me to also note that we ran into 9th man Mark Gianelloni and his brood after the Sunday battle.

Of course, at the tail end of the Sunday battle, and as we were being led off, the captured Southerners, then broke the scenario and began to run. i guess we’ve got too much of the 9th in us!


Here are some comments on the event and the history of the site by Tim Rues, Site Administrator:

Captain:  It would be my pleasure [to offer a few comments]:

1)  Everyone I talked to thought the event went very well, both days.  Paul Bahnmier, president of the Lecompton Historical Society and sponsor of the battle reenactment, was very impressed with the quality of the reenactors.  He (and I) really felt the battle was just the right length, and was exciting  enough to kept the interest of the spectators. Paul really liked the  Q&A between the reenactors and the audience members after the battle.  They were able to have their questions answered by a very knowledgeable group of living historians.  In our opinion things could not have gone much better.  We look forward to the next one in three years, or if things change, sooner.

2)  In the fall of 1857, a proslavery constitutional convention met in the territorial capital of Kansas Territory, Lecompton, and wrote a constitution that would have made Kansas the sixteenth slave state.  Pro slavery delegates to the Lecompton Constitutional Convention met inside Sheriff Samuel Jones' hall now known today as Constitution Hall in September 1857 and again in October through November 1857 and drafted the famous Lecompton Constitution. It was voted on three separate times and finally rejected in a landslide election by antislavery Kansas voters in August 1858 after intense national and congressional debate, thus ending the South's last ditch attempt to bring in Kansas as a slave state.  Realizing Kansas was lost,  many pro slavery supporters left the territory after this vote. This document was mentioned 55 times as one of the prime topics of the Lincoln-Douglas Debates and catapulted Lincoln onto the national political stage and eventually into the White House. The defeat of the Lecompton Constitution and the loss of Kansas to slavery were two important causes of the coming Civil War.  Kansas was admitted under the Free State Wyandotte Constitution on January 29, 1861 and victorious Free Staters chose Topeka over Lecompton as the new state capital.

3)  The Territorial Capitol/Lane Museum: is operated by the Lecompton Historical Society as a museum with three-floors of exhibits and is listed on the Kansas Register of Historic places.  This building was started with an appropriation of $50,000 from the United States Congress to be the state capitol of Kansas. It was completed only to the bottom of the first floor windows when the United States House of Representatives defeated the Lecompton Constitution by only eight votes and all work was suspended on the capitol.  It sat as a ruins until 1882 when Lane University was completed on its unfinished ruins. The university operated in this building until 1902.   President Eisenhower's parents  met here  as students of Lane University and were married there  in 1885.   

Constitution Hall: was built in 1856 and still has the original native cottonwood floors and framing and black walnut siding.  It is probably the oldest known wood frame building left in Kansas.  It was built as a temporary office building to house the first federal land office in the territory and as a capitol building for the territorial Kansas government.  In 1974 Constitution Hall was designated a National Historic Landmark by the US Department of the Interior and became a Kansas State Historic Site in 1986.  It was opened as a museum in 1995 and is operated by the Kansas State Historical Society.

There you go.  Let me know if you need more or have any questions.  Thanks to you and the 9th for making "The Battle of Ft. Titus" reenactment a huge success!

Brian Cox
Captain, commanding
9th Texas Reg’t of Infantry
1st Missouri Battalion


9th Texas survives rain, hot tactical, meets old friends, at Kingston MO.          

Kingston MO June 5-7, 2009 - After Action Report

Believe it, the 9th wrapped the first half of the 2009 MAX Battalion campaign with a generally very good event at Kingston MO, a one-light town about 45 minutes further northeast of Liberty MO, an easy drive for most of the 9th. The town and the State  of Missouri really put on the dog for this one with a great website, advertising, and signs to the event, one placed fully seven miles from the site.

Unlike Jeff City, getting in here was no contest, as we had an easy trip, plenty of directions, easy access, and plenty of sunlight to set up (and dry weather!). Mr. Downey was already there and did the Friday battle through the cornfield. Mr. Staab graciously provided the transport for Mr. Shemwell and the undersigned, quite comfortable, thank you.

Permit me to note that our camp and much of the rest of the site was in tall grass, a perfect hiding ground for the reenactor’s bete noire:  ticks and chiggers. So we sprayed liberally with Off. Something worked, perhaps the organizers sprayed the field, as I made it home with only a couple of chigger bites, I think, and a couple of imbedded ticks. One fellow rode all the way to Overland Park on or near my leg when he audaciously tried a crawl up to more sensitive regions, but the fellow was found out and flung out a window to a hopefully horrible crushing death.

As noted, our own Mr. Downey participated in the Friday fight in the cornfield, which went per plan. Others of us could not make this unusual Friday midday battle. Were it a national event, perhaps, but I am doubtful of the wisdom of this kind of scheduling at an event the size of Kingston.

Present for the 9th were acting 1st Sgt. Downey, acting 1st Cpl. Shemwell, and Pvt’s Staab, Leahy, Gianalonie, John Poitevine (borrowed from the 116th NY). Mr. Gianalonie’s son VG also filled in as orderly. Mr. Gianalonie is a 9th man from back in the day and we hope that he will be able to join us on the field more in coming campaigns. His son VJ, turned 13 on Sunday and hopefully enjoyed the weekend. Donald LNU, also from the 165th New York, fell in with us on Sunday, and both fought well. We were also quite glad to see Mr. Leahy back in the gray wool after some absence. Tom, we have missed you.

Mr. Poitevine of the 116th NY fought with us all weekend,  as noted, endured the weather, the heat, and the federals, and appears a veteran in all respects, although having fought only twice, was it? A Paxico  KS man, how did we miss recruiting you?

I note that there was a competing Abraham Lincoln in attendance, however, we did not get a picture of the two Lincolns -- including our own Mr. Leahy -- side by side.

Present for the battalion were the 2nd, the 3rd (massive, from recent recruiting efforts; congratulations, Capt. Girdner and Lt. Shuster), the 4th, and the 16th, and also Elliott’s Scouts. Who have I missed?

There were also some guys from the a Mississippi unit, a friendly lot, very competent and presenting a good impression. They fell in with our mess on Sunday morning.

For the federals were Col. Croufitt’s Muddy River Battalion, I am guessing, as he was there, and perhaps the 1st NE boys who were at Jeff City, but I am unsure of the rest.

Del Warren was the one sutler of note and familiar to us although other lessers were also present. Perhaps more interesting to a hungry reenactor was the row of food merchants which included the usual hamburgers, funnel cake and sweet popped corn, but also two BBQ venders and a fried pie vender, of both of which I partook.

No pranks were played this weekend by the 9th. But, no worries, we are merely resting for future efforts.

Raw rations were issued on Friday night by the event organizers -- bacon, potatoes, onions, biscuit mix, and eggs -- more than we could eat, and we in fact took some home. I might note that we were constantly replenished with ice. Ask and you will be provided. Indeed, the event staff was quite helpful, as they constantly motored through camp on little golf carts, asking if we needed anything and attending to our requests.

Our only real complaint -- reenactor parking was permitted (?) right next to the camps, and I mean right next to our camps. Tough to catch a “moment” here -- faithful reader, you know what I mean -- unless you are in the woods. In addition, there was a wholly insufficient supply of firewood and it was only the close proximity of a tree line which provided sufficient deadfall to supply our needs.

The Battalion fielded some 75 + infantry; the Yanks were maybe 40. We had the edge in artillery as well, some 4 to 6 pieces to their 3 to 5. There was much federal calvary and they were quite annoying during the Saturday battle.

Friday night --

There was an artillery demonstration promptly at dusk and the 9th had a front row seat, the matter happening directly behind our camp.

We made our fire and invited all the guys to join in and share stories and jokes. Later, Capt. Girdner came by our fire, and at my suggestion reprised his nautical discourse for the lads, most incredulous at first, but as the good captain continued, that gave way to great laughter. We passed around a bottle of Rebel Yell, the drinker then required to give either that Yell, or a Rebel Chicken of Defiance “b’gok.” Various brews were sampled.

Some at the camp of the 3rd were later reported to have hit the popskull very hard, perhaps too hard, as one report had a hapless private pitching forward from his seat, taking a header into the grass. Too bad Homie does not travel outside the regiment as this qualifies as a clear winner.

Saturday morning --

Nothing out of the ordinary, some battalion drill.

Saturday battle --

The first Saturday afternoon battle -- billed as the “Thrailkill-Taylor Raid on Kingston” -- was more organized than the Shoal Creek Raid on Liberty Arsenal, and bigger, but about as unsatisfying. We were ferried into the town, about 1/2 mile distant, and made to hide behind some buildings until our part came. We were essentially the bushwhackers dismounted, who would roust the civilians, steal the goods, and generally vandalize the town, which we did a good job of. It did play to an appreciative crowd. Snuffing some of the fun, however, we were told not to fire weapons as such might startle the several horses present. When the federals were heard to approach, we beat a hasty exit.

For the after-math of the raid, Col. Amend was under the impression that the feds, who had pushed us out of town, would then fight us on the way back to our camp. No such fight materialized, and even thereafter when we formed up, in a column of companies, and ready to do a “rolling thunder,” i.e. breaking ranks to the rear, no fight could be picked.

We had a “fashion show” later on Saturday afternoon, Col. Amend’s idea, won by Richard of the 1st MO, in an obviously rigged contest. Our own Randy Downey, with a substantial bushwhacker resume and acting chops, was denied the $10 gold offered for the best impression. In an honest attempt to even the unfair odds against us, we Texans voted for Randy, then went to the end of the voting line to vote again -- a move respected and understood, I thought, and no doubt invented by Missourians -- but our own Col. Amend, always the fair one, saw and denied our ploy. With respect to the electorate, Richard was loaded up with 13 pistols, was it?, and 2 shotguns, way more firepower than a respectable bushwhacker could hope to carry. Great beard and hat, tho. Congrat’s, Richard.

The other Saturday battle was in our little field not far from our camp. The 9th was able to maintain its integrity as a single unit as part of the fight. Not much to write home about. The 9th formed a single line and began to engage the enemy, and the federal calvary harassed our rear. We took a couple of casualties, including Mr. Leahy’s usual fine hit (sometimes you really wonder if he actually got hurt). Then the 9th did its famous canister hit where we all went down en masse. Obviously, I didn’t see much of the battle after that although later, I heard one complaint of a cavalry-”man” riding the field with no effort to look like a soldier.

Temperatures were very tolerable, quite warm but not so humid so not much sweating. Careful, Sunday yet to come!

Saturday night --

Saturday night dinner was provided and turned out to be very good despite the approx. 25 minute wait -- buffalo burgers, baked beans, apple sauce, pkg. of chips, and cake, with your choice of tea or lemonade. Not as good as pork steaks, but quite good. Apparently the organizers had slaughtered two buffalo for the meal. Mr. Lahey and I went back for seconds, twice.

At the Saturday night meal and again later at the dance, was an eager young, and I mean young, Yank private who plays the drums during the battle and the bones for entertainment. Quite a sight and he can really play. I anticipate he will be quite a ladies man when he grows up.

I might also note that some of the musical talent this weekend was provided by the “Captured Quartet,” including during the Saturday dinner and later at the Saturday night dance. I was absent-mindedly enjoying their performance during Saturday night’s meal when their engaging female lead began a song about a young girl named Jennie Jenkins and her troubles with what to wear and the colors thereof. Although the lyrics were simple and punctuated by a nonsense refrain, the performance was delivered with such good-natured enthusiasm, that I was captivated. The final verse in which she tried to rhyme “orange” with some word indicating what she would wear proved too much until she stopped the song, literally, and then began again, singing something along the lines of rhyming “wear” with “bare,” and I was left imagining that. Ooops!

Mr. Visser was in full sartorial mode later in the evening and and was rewarded for the effort by accompanying to the dance, from my standpoint, a stunning blonde in red dress. Some of us made the trip into town and watched part of the dance. Hope we got some good photos.

A later campfire was largely uneventful, and I turned in relatively early.

Sunday morning --

Mother Nature continued her rainy 2009 Spring/Summer rampage with quite an outburst on Saturday night very late and into the morning on Sunday off and on. All survived generally dry, and few activities were actually impacted.

Homie tried on a prosthesis on Sunday morning, but I don’t think we will see those pictures.

Many of us attended Capt. Keith’s usual Sunday morning church service, including the undersigned, and we were treated to four opening preliminary songs by some local talent.

After a quick lunch, we had a brief game of rounders. Not much by way of teams, but Mr. Staab is itching to get this going with some regular teams from the Battalion and perhaps the Brigade.

Sunday battle --

In a new twist, the organizers planned to stage, and legitimately and fairly judge  a tactical on Sunday afternoon. The Battalion won, I am told after the fact, by a score of 60 to 40. Col. Amend may supplement this report with an addendum.

After we formed up, the 9th continuing to maintain its unit integrity, we were initially slowed by a 1/2 mile or so wrong turn down a painful gravel road. And things began to heat up. Then we got back on track, sent out flankers and eventually found the yanks who gave fight, including waiting on us just over the crest of a grassy hill. We had a brief fire fight, then pushed them off and chased them into a cornfield. There we reached our first goal, apparently an ammunition dump which the federals failed to “blow up” before we got there. One hapless federal unit which had apparently been whipsawed during the tactical, including by the the 9th, even with its small numbers, just gave up, holding their guns over their heads.

We then turned to our next goal, a bridge somewhere in the woods. This is where things really turned hot, in temperature this time. Some fell out due to the heat. We marched down into the woods seeing no Yanks but being ready for anything. We marched down a long hill, and then heard that our goal was ahead but some Yanks were apparently about. Col. Amend said that there was nothing for it but to get it done. So we got to the bottom of the hill then turned back to the left and there were several Yank cavalrymen guarding our last goal. We had a brief, very close firefight, then drove them off and took our last goal, the bridge, or the symbol thereof. That was it. Quite fun.

Conclusion --

Overall, this was a good event especially considering its close proximity to most in the 9th, and no one got hurt and we fought hard, we had some new activities (bushwhacker contest, tactical), the weather generally cooperated, and we were well fed.

Permit me to note that Col. Amend made the Battalion aware that there is a potential opening on staff for a major position, and that whoever is interested should make him aware. Apparently, there are eight (8) submitted candidates for the role, including our own multi-talented Chris Visser who, again at this event, capably filled in as major.

Respectfully submitted:

Brian Cox
Captain, commanding
9th Texas Reg’t of Infantry
1st Missouri Battalion

P.S. We wish Sam Looney and Mike (“Mississippi”) well in their situations and hope to see them down the road.







         The Ninth and the Battalion assault center of Federal line at Jeff!         



145th Anniversary of “the Capture” of
Jeff City, MO, May 15-17, 2009

The 9th has tucked another enjoyable Jeff City reenactment under its belt, this time with memories of spirited hand-to-hand assaults on the center of the union line, a 2 am “raid” on the federal camp, and luscious pork steaks at Saturday dinner to tide it over until the next event. You guys who weren’t there are missing out!

Now, keep in mind that Mother Nature was in full force, at least on Friday night, continuing her morning downpour from St. Joe, and greatly complicating the arrival of soldiers for the event. I might note that this was billed as “the Capture of Jeff City.” I was a little unclear whether the capture in fact related to the the actual capture in 1861 by the federals or the non-capture by Price in 1864 who threatened the town but apparently chose not to attack.

Present for Duty for the 9th were 1st Sgt. Brian Shively, 2nd Cpl. Bob Albert, Pvt’s Shemwell, Anspach, Staab, J. Gibbens, Fasula, and your faithful correspondent as captain/private. Our own veteran and raconteur Mr. Visser was a major for the weekend.

I took a “van team” of six 9th men out of Topeka, leaving Friday at about 6:30 pm, in the downpour. Our departure was delayed for about an hour by a wreck on highway 75 north of Topeka encountered by Mr. Visser on his way down from Lincoln NE. We picked up Mr. Anspach in Lawrence and Mr. Shemwell in Overland Park, and also checked the weather report there. It rained on us literally the whole way. Mother Nature teased at times, seemingly letting up, only to open up again. All told, the trip was about five hours to the site. Forgoing highway 70, we took highway 50 most of the way.

Friday night -- in getting in and setting up lay the major trial, as it turned out, of the weekend.

The drive down was largely uneventful except for the rain and except for Mr. Shemwell falling out of the van on his butt -- ouch! Not enough, however, to win the homie, of which more later.

Except for those who arrived on-site early, the rains overflowed the banks of a creek in Binder Park, the site for the event, rendering the grounds impassable. Thus, our eager van team was left to spend Friday  night in a park shelter. Not too bad considering and we made it our home for the night, having a little brew and goobers, and telling stories. After a bit, some of the boys from the 4th Arkansas joined us. Most of us spent the night, quite comfortably and dry, thank you, atop the picnic tables. Morning traffic and the sun awakened us, and we made our way into camp, now bristling with activity.

We were almost immediately confronted by a well-meaning provost from Collins Battery who was adamant that our van could go no further. So, we parked and took one trip in on foot with as much as we could carry, and that was about a 1/2 mile trip, and us, or some of us, with much more to carry. Some of those present, however, told us of the back way in which we gratefully took, and that got us to a point about 100 yards distant from our camp. And there our van sat the whole weekend, facing downhill, with one tire on gravel and the other three on slippery grass. I began to worry.

The second trial of the weekend was the hill which we had to negotiate all weekend. Although it was great being in camp on top of the hill, the reality was that, to get anywhere, the sutlers, the battlefield, the federal camp, you had to go down the hill, and that meant only one thing -- what goes down, must come back up again, and so it went. Some huffing and puffing, and bones creaking, was heard.

Permit me to note that present for staff were Col. Brad Amend, Major/Adj. Sam Looney, Sgt. Major Gary Sutton, and as noted, Mr. Chris Visser as Major. Mississippi, we are missing you ....

Present in the Battalions were Capt. Dave Burnos’ 1st MO; Capt. Bob Allison’s 2nd MO;  Capt. MIke Girdner’s 3rd MO; Captain Daniel Keith's 4th MO; Captain Bob Wayne’s 5th MO; Captain Dime Hollingsworth’s 9th MOSS; Captain Todd Connor’s 16th MO. Also, Elliott’s Scouts were present in force. I never saw Captain Broski of the 10th MO, but understand he and his boys were present, many doing, however, an artillery impression.  Mr. Jepsen of the 10th took the colors for the weekend.

The overall federal commander was Terry Cadenbach, who, one said, bore a striking resemblance to our John Beck. I believe that the Muddy River Battalion under Col. James Crofutt was present as were other federal units, as follows:  4th MO Cavalry; 8th KS Cavalry; 1st MO Light Artillery; 3rd KS Light Artillery; 77th PA Infantry; 17th MO Infantry; 8th MO Infantry; 7/30th MO Infantry.

Del Warren was the main familiar sutler present although there were others present, including a broom maker, and several food venders.

The 52nd Regimental String Band was there and set up and played through the weekend.

Porta-potties were close and kept clean. Firewood and water were never an issue.

Saturday --

Saturday morning was uneventful, and dry.  Mr. Jason Gibbens showed up and did the Saturday and Sunday battles with us.

We spent no little time after some morning drill rehearsing the hand-to-hand, falling in with our brothers in the 4th Mo, and its estimable Captain Keith. We wanted it to look good but safety was paramount. The yank infantry who would participate were a little slow in arriving, but they were a game lot,  from the 1st Nebraska, and we may have a chance to play with them again in the future.

The plan, which we essentially repeated for Sunday’s battle, was to make three assaults on the federal line, but withdraw each time, the only exception being the combined 9th TX/4th MO would then, instead of falling back upon the failed third assault, charge and breach, if momentarily, the center of the union line. Our “copse of trees” was marked by the center federal cannon with abatis on both sides.

Saturday battle --

We had massed artillery to soften the federal line, some 7 or 8 cannon to the federals 2 or 3.

The crowd, or at least much of it, was favorably situated directly behind the federal line, which, faithful reader, you will understand explains many of the excellent photos which are going to surface, including here at, of the hand-to-hand.

During the battle, some of the mounted redlegs were roaming the field, and at one point, rode by and shot our wounded. Oh, if we could only have caught them alone (the redlegs were in fact galvanized reb cavalry, I heard). On Sunday, one of them went down with his horse for awhile and shot from behind its cover. Neat trick!

The appointed signal for us to go in was to be the federal commander pulling off and waving his hat. Col. Amend said after the battle that he hadn’t waited for that, and when our guys did go in, the federal commander was furiously trying to wave us off. But it all went well.

Ultimately, the hand-to-hand went without a hitch and no one got hurt. The battle overall was 45 minutes long, but ended as “resurrect” was called a little too early. But overall, pretty satisfying.

Saturday night --

The Saturday evening meal was prepared and except for the relatively minor affront that we were to be fed after the federals, it was very good:  massive pork steaks, BBQ sauce, baked beans, potato salad, and bread. Only thing missing was something to drink and something sweet. Hard to complain about those pork steaks ‘tho (dreams are made of stuff like this!).

Later, at about 7 pm, some of the Battalion rebs went over to the federal camp to pick a fight and to their credit, the yanks responded. None of the 9th participated.

I might note that there were too many cars in camp, however, in their defense, the organizers may have instructed those folks to keep their cars in camp, once there to unload, to avoid more cars being stuck in getting out.  At one point, i saw a local farmer using his tractor to pull out one civilian whose car was stuck up to its axles in the mud.

It was quite warm on Saturday but it cooled down considerably Saturday night and in fact got a bit cold, although it didn’t freeze, say low 40’s. Oh warm weather, where are you this year?

1st Sgt. Shively appeared Saturday afternoon, after some car trouble in a first rate new jean wool uniform. Glad to see him.

We had a fairly spirited campfire and some libations were passed and some tales and jokes told per usual. We may have started a 9th tradition, something along the lines of having a chicken head sitting atop a suitable elixir bottle, Rebel Yell, for example, concerning which the drinker must take a gulp, and then either give that yell, or a rebel chicken of defiance “b’gok.” Unfortunately, there was no nautically-themed discourse in the offing from Capt. Girdner, he having to rest his vocal cords from the day’s activities.

There was a nighttime artillery demonstration on Saturday night culminating in some fireworks, I assume blasted out of the cannon barrels.

Later, at 2 am, many of the men helped me reprise the confederates’ “raid” on the federal camp at the Wilderness in 1996 when the 9th went as the 7th Wisconsin which was part of the Iron Brigade. Upon our awakening at that long ago event on Sunday morning, we discovered that the rebs had snuck into our camp sometime in the night and planted dozens of little confederate “stick” flags all over our camp. Neat trick. I bought the flags this time, and made arrangements for us all to awaken at 2 am and return the favor, 13 years and a thousand miles distant.

The raid could not have gone better. Although the grass was very wet with dew, which dampened our pants and brogans clear into morning, we made our way down our hill, across the creek, and up the other side, and left two signal lanterns so we could find our way back across the cut in the woods. It was about 1/4 mile to the federal camp, and we thought that our sloshing along in the mud and puddles might give us away, but our luck held. We split up and began to plant our flags, encountering several federals who were up, and must have seen us, but they raised no alarm. We completed our job, and went back to camp, and then to bed, much satisfied with our effort.

Sunday --

After Sgt. Major had awakened us, and our robotic chicken was unceremoniously thrown into my tent (thanks, Gary), we heard the long roll, as the federals were audacious enough to cross the creek around 7 am to attempt an assault on our camp. They looked around 30, but I never got close enough to really see as they hugged the tree line. In any event, even without pickets, the Battalion was immediately up and into a line and we had a brief firefight until the federals sent out a flag of truce. One of our number went out and received back two of our stick flags in recognition of our raid the night before. Good sports, those Yanks (I wonder if they will try to repeat the favor sometime? Nah.)

We ate breakfast, had morning parade. Captain Keith and our brothers in the 4th kindly consented to permit your faithful correspondent to command on Sunday. I took the combined companies out for some drill including some points that Col. Amend wanted us to work on, including “fix bayonets” and “stack arms.” All went well. 1st Sgt. Shively and Cpl. Albert followed up on some finer points of drill with some of the new men back in camp.

Captain Keith held his usual church service.

Prior to the battle, and tempting the gods of war, Col. Amend, 1st Sgt. Shively, and your humble correspondent sat down for a bit of cards prior to the battle. No feigned ciphering here; we were at serious work, five stud, draw, and seven stud, which the presence of two pistols, and one Arkansas toothpick on the table attested. By a provident cut of the cards, the undersigned took away most of the cash. Col Amend has sent his challenge for a repeat to win his money back.

Sunday Battle --

Prior to the Battle, we did our usual “hurry up and wait,” and stacked and set up our color line. Mr. Jepsen was there guarding the line and not much got by him. In a scripted move, one young 4th MO man crossed the line and paid for it, the Sgt. Major coming over and berating him and making him carry his rifle over his head and run around the battalion three times. At another point, a 4th Arkansas man was just near the line when one of his pranking pards “accidentally” knocked him across the line. He would have been in more trouble but just then, we had to form up. (I absolutely deny offering him a greenback if he would cross the line to tempt Mr. Jepsen.)

Temperatures had considerably warmed at this point, getting into the 70’s.

Again, as on Saturday, Col. Amend ably commanded our little army through three assaults on the federal line, all ultimately unsuccessful. I might note that Col. Amend broke the scenario a little, in the second charge, he had us go much nearer the federal line to scare them, before pulling back.

We were to reprise the Saturday hand-to-hand which was, relatively speaking, quite closely scripted. We did not rehearse again on Sunday, and indeed, assumed that our “opposite numbers” would still be there. In any event, at the last minute during the battle, we reconfigured the positions in line of the 4th/9th to put hopefully the same boys in the same position as closely as we could prior to the final charge.

We had a real scare at the tail end of the battle when it was called due to an injury suffered by a Yank artilleryman. Thankfully, it was not due to the hand-to-hand. Apparently, as we advanced, he “took a hit” -- as you, faithful reader, will know is a necessary part of reenacting -- falling over forwards or backwards, and striking his head on some metal part of his gun, knocking him cold. It must have looked great, but that is above and beyond the call. He was revived and is apparently ok.

Getting out and Epilogue --

We had a good time and a good turnout for the Battalion, some 100+, and received generally high marks from Col. Amend, who sent out a comprehensive report following the event, which I have reproduced  in part below.

Mr. Anspach handled our massive van quite well, getting it down to our camp the rest of the way to load, and then back up the hill to the main gravel road, and out.

On the way home, the six in my van team took a vote on awarding Homie (sorry, Bob and Brian S., that we did not take the vote before shoving off), and for Jeff. City, there were co-winners. Mr. Fasula won for his comment on Saturday night, after he had repaired to the van to sleep, when he stated to Mr. Visser, who was in the process of getting in, “Brian, what happened to your beard” (Tom thinking Chris was me). The other winner was Mr. Visser who related his series of mishaps with period timepieces, culminating, unfortunately, with his leaving his vest with watch at Mr. Shemwell’s house in OP where we had stopped on the way in to pick up Mr. Shemwell and take a short break. Mr. Downey you are relieved of further care of Homie until further notice.

We missed our usual Cracker Barrel on the trip home, but settled for a very good Ryan’s all you can eat. We were greatly pleased by the scenery while we ate.

Some pretty impressive photos of the hand-to-hand have materialized, and one of the photographers with the big lens made contact with me and has some 500 photos which she will put on a cd for $20. Well worth the money, I think. She will be at Kingston.

Col. Amend’s assessment of the Battalion and etc.:

To Battalion Company Commanders and Battalion Staff,


At the risk of repeating myself too often and watering down the praise I wish to extend to you, I must once again say “Well Done”! I was very pleased with our turnout for the weekend. You and your men performed up to and beyond expectations of the event sponsors and our federal counter-parts. There were many libations accepted on my part for the most excellent job the 1st Missouri Battalion put forth for this event. It never ceases to amaze me how the federals marvel at what we do and how we do things. There were several times during both battles that we actually put the fear of God into them pretty well. Many comments were received on how they were ready to run so they could get away from us. The hand-to-hand was also well done. The 4th Missouri and 9th Texas have helped start what I hope will be more possibilities of hand-to-hand scenarios in the future. And not least, we gave Colonel Croffit and his boys a good look at what an event can be if they will show up in numbers, and play with us more. We will have an excellent opportunity to do this come October. The sponsors were more than pleased, and received much positive feedback from the spectators, and are already planning the next event for this site. It was my most distinct honor and privilege to lead you and serve with you this past weekend.

In closing, I am always impressed with the steadfastness of the men of the 1st Missouri Battalion. There truly is “No Better.”

Some thoughts by Mr. Shemwell:

Life is a journey and one must always strive to learn from every experience.  This is what I learned this past weekend...
Falling out of a van in a driving rain can be painful.
You can sleep in a park and not get molested by bears.
You can take 243 photos but only 220 will be "keepers.”
As you age, every hill gets steeper with every climb.
You can have fun at a "Ryans" if you can't find Crackerbarrell.

Your obedient servant,

Brian Cox
Captain, commanding
9th Texas Reg’t of Infantry
1st Missouri Battalion


St. Joe April 17-19, 2009 - After Action Report

On the back of Shoal Creek, the 9th again had the chance to test the fortunes of war at the St. Joe Missouri event. Haven’t ever been to a reenactment this close



APRIL 3,4,5, 2009

Shoal Creek, the first MAX Battalion event for the 2009 campaign was attended in good, if not excellent numbers by the Battalion generally and the 9th specifically. We had some good times on Saturday, including a little mischief, and the weather cooperated, but Sunday our activities collapsed due to circumstances beyond our control, and the event was called prior to the Sunday battle. Lots to tell, even so, faithful reader, so read on ....

Friday night --

Shoal Creek,aka Hodge Park, is a municipally-owned park with a period village, gently rolling hills, and plenty of wooded areas for cover. It sits northeast of Kansas City off hwy. 152, just two miles west of Liberty, home of James Country. It was about an hour and 1/2 drive out of Topeka, even with the I-35 exit blocked for your eager correspondent. We had the run of the place and made the most of it. The 9th was last here in 2005, albeit camped in a different spot (a photo of our lads in the heat of battle is posted on the website).

Kudos to Captain Dave Burnos of the 1st MO for hosting the event. Dave made a special effort to ensure that everyone was happy with how the event was going. Dave and his assistants even offered to open up the various structures present at the park had the weather on Saturday taken a nasty turn; fortunately, it did not, but it was a near deal.

Sutlers were far from plentiful, only three that I saw:  Del Warren, the Gentleman’s Emporium, and a third, whose name i did not catch. But they were quite close. Port-a-johns were kept within 30 yards of our camp (and there was clean, warm porcelin in the period town, I am told), there was a water spigot nearby, and cut wood was plentiful (even more than the 9th could have burned at its most incendiary). No food venders that I saw. But a Friday and Saturday night meal was provided -- more on food later. Parking was close at hand, but out of sight. Some men kept or brought their rides closer and that stopped a CW moment or two.

The following 9th stalwarts were present for duty:  1st Sgt. Brian Shively, 1st Cpl. Randy Downey, 2nd Cpl. Bob Albert, Pvt’s Herb Shemwell, Brad Anspach, Chris Visser, Jason Gibbens, and Aaron Staab, and the undersigned as Captain.

Present for staff were Col. Amend, Major Looney, Color Sgt. Bell (quite natty, see the picture posted), Color Guard Dave Jepsen, and Musician Travis Franklin. Staff was quartered in one of the permanent period buildings, a secure, warm-looking if dusty little cabin. Staff life sure looks hard. Where are you Mississippi and Gary?

The Battalion was represented otherwise by Dave Burnos’ 1st MO; Bob Allison’s 2nd MO (congratulations to Bob for being newly minted as captain); Mike Girdner’s 3rd MO; Daniel Kieth’s 4th MO; Dime Hollingsworth 9th MOSS (good job this weekend, Dime); Joe Broski’s 10th MO; and Todd Connor’s 16th MO. And Elliott’s Scouts. Who did I miss?

Battalion strength I estimate at 60 or 70. With a couple of pieces of artillery. No cavalry.

Present for the federals under Col. James Crofutt of the Muddy River Battalion were the Consolidated Company (7th and 30th Missouri (a.k.a. the Missouri Irish Brigade); 25th Missouri (Co. A); 23rd Illinois; and 3rd Iowa, all of the Muddy River Battalion.
In addition, a few other detachments from other organizations also joined the MRB, as follows:  the 8th Kansas (Frontier Brigade); the Holmes Brigade; the “Tater Mess”; McLains Colorado Battery, and the 3rd Kansas (Battery B) (thanks Colonel, I hope I got all those straight). The Yanks geared for larger numbers, but ended up with only 35 on Saturday.

The 9th set up its camp in a scattered fashion, in line with Major Looney’s pre-event suggestion. MSG, after all. Some of our over-achieving Missouri brethren set up camp in more traditional company streets.
Friday night, we had a nice campfire with some liquid refreshment, and after a bit, entertained Captain Girdner and Lt. Schuster who happened by. We caught up, told some stories and jokes, and had a good time.

Temps at night were in the 40’s good sleeping weather, but more on the weather later. My night passed fairly well until I was awakened sometime in the early morning with a shiver.

Saturday and the battle --

We had decent foot traffic from the general public through our camps, and I was able to corner a few groups for my usual prattle on the life of the soldier and the business of reenacting, and I handed out a few fliers. Some of the folks were amazed that we had camped out at night.

We had morning drill, then broke for the advertised raid on the Liberty Arsenal. The scenario was for us to straggle into the town as a mob, seize the weapons in the arsenal, then march back. This came off as planned but was a bit of a non-event. Then we drilled some more. One thing we still need to work on is to keep proper wheeling distance to permit us to wheel into line without having to constantly shift to the right.  

After we broke for lunch, the Colonel warned us that we could go into town unarmed but we had to expect some rousting by the armed federals that were there. I got one report of such an incident. All in good fun.

The Saturday battle was at 2 pm. Daniel Keith’s 4th MO boys had been tasked to galvanize with the Yanks, and for a change of pace, I volunteered the 9th as well, and the lads went without much complaint. So we went over, and were under the command of a very capable and brave Col. Crofutt.

The 4th and 9th were initially held in reserve as the rest of our new brothers formed a line generally along the sluiceway from  and to the mill. The usual artillery rounds signaled the beginning of the contest, and the rebs came on (my faithful and dyed-in-the-wool reb reader, you must galvanize now and again just to get a sight of all those Johnnies coming your way).

We had Elliott’s in front of us, as we were generally on the extreme right of the federal line, with our artillery to our right. We had considerable advantage given the cover of the sluiceway, and the rebs had to march over open ground. The Battalion came on several times, and at one point got to within 20 or so yards of us, but by God, our guys held, despite taking better than 50% casualties. I thought they would force us out had they pressed it, but 1st MO. Batt., you blinked! And they fell back, and so it ended with the field in our front littered with dead and wounded sessesh.

Kudos to Messrs. Shively, Downey, and Visser who were killed directly in front of me, and quite realistically stayed dead throughout the battle -- no propping up on on an elbow to watch the rest of the battle -- now, that’s the way it’s supposed to be done!

I saw one of Elliott’s make the apparently obligatory suicide charge, even after we littered the ground in our front with Confederate dead, and even after we had won the battle and sent skirmishers out in front. Will this nonsense ever end?

The boys in Blue that I observed firsthand acquitted themselves well, and I was impressed by Col. Courfitt’s intention to acclimate his troops to orders delivered by bugle and we tried two of such calls during the Saturday battle (commence firing and cease firing). Nice touch albeit more for us old dogs to learn. Colonel Crofutt also gave quite a rousing speech after the battle.

And then we galvanized rebs marched the short distance from the mill back to our camp.

Back in camp, I later happened on another of what appear to be the 3rd Missouri’s endless executions of hapless soldiers. This one was chaired by Mr. (Clayton) Murphy, and when I arrived, it appeared that the soon-to-be condemned man had had his character witnesses, and the prosecution was back on its case. I protested that I wanted motions and discovery, some due process, and that no capital punishment could be meted out without the consent of the colonel of the post. All to no avail, as it was rightly pointed out that I had no standing as a non-member of the 3rd, and that this was not Confederate States service but rather militia (i.e early MSG). The poor soldier was shot to death moments later (I think they made two attempts to get it done), but dead soldiers are good to no one.

None of the contests which Major Looney had suggested came off Saturday afternoon. One of these was a rebel yell contest, with a special prize for the over-21 winner, and a firing competition, the fastest three shots from each of the standing, knelling and prone positions. I thought we had some winners in Mr. Visser and Mr. Albert.

Inexplicably, Sam’s offer of prizes for these contests elicited virtually no response. As such, when the 9th was staging in Blue for our surprise assault on the camp, of which more momentarily, Sam came over to us with the prize -- a bottle of Rebel Yell whiskey (personalized for the 1st Mo. Battalion) -- and asked anyone willing to give it their best try. Mr. Albert --  never one to miss a beat -- quickly gave a yell, and Major looney immediately announced him the winner. Of course, we all shared in the prize later that night.  

Saturday afternoon, the estimable Mr. Visser determined to take a nap, and his ultimate resting position was atop a straw bale, lengthwise, his feet splayed out at one end and his head balanced on an arm at the other.  The 9th never misses a prank and soon, Mr. Visser was adorned first with a piece of firewood on his chest, then a placard labeling him a drunkard, then our PG  dancing chicken, then his feet were tied, and all without a stir by him. Later, some photos were taken for posterity. But we awakened him just in time for the mischief. Oh, what I would give to be able to sleep like that!

Saturday mischief --

Kudos to Major Looney for hatching this scheme ahead of time -- and swearing us to secrecy:  two select units were to secretly put on the Blue, then hit our own camp from opposite sides. We hoped what we lacked in numbers we would make up for by the surprise.

The 4th, still in federal blue from the afternoon’s fight, told the casual observer, possibly wondering what they were still doing in the Blue, that they were going out for more drill. The 9th casually put the blue tunic back on, then moseyed in small groups down to our staging ground, behind Staff’s cabin. We were to go in when Major Looney, soon to be also wearing the Blue, signaled for the “1st Kansas” to go in.

Inexplicably, someone had started the rumor or continued the rumor that there was to be an officer’s meeting at Staff’s cabin at 5 pm, the appointed hour for our assault. So, all the commissioned officers were present there, away from their camps, and sans pistols. Unless they figured us out, this was perfect! I told whoever looked interested that we were down there in the Blue to take a picture. Seemed to be accepted, but Lt. Schuster of the 3rd had a suspicious eye, opining that he thought we were up to something.

Well, Daniel and his boys went in and we could hear the firing, starting a little slow. I looked at Major Looney for our signal, but nothing yet. More firing up in the camp, no signal yet. Finally, I asked Sam if we could go in and he could do no more than drop his head, perhaps fearing that no group of eight men could make the charge we were on. So we were off.

Unfortunately, the 9th’s ill-fated path on the assault was straight into the camp of Elliott’s Scouts, who were readily roused, hornet’s nest-like, and proved to field too much firepower with their pistols against our riles.

I went down after firing all the lead I had and was treated to a  view of a very capable Elliott’s Scouts chasing the rest of my command into the scrub. I was also treated to a fair young maid, obviously associated with the Scouts, come over, kneel down with her fiddle and play a tune (along the lines of Bonnnie Blue, but I have forgotten now what it was), all while the battle raged in front of her. Brave gal. I was told that my boys had captured Col. Amend, and told Elliott’s that they would shoot him unless they were allowed to escape. Elliott’s uncharitably said to go ahead and shoot him.

Saturday night --

That night, we were provided a quite adequate and free meal hosted by the sponsors, of all the pulled pork you could eat, potato salad, baked beans, and sliced bread. Nothing fancy but tasty. Mr. Shively and Mr. Downey chose to cook their own on the theory that the wait in line would take just as long. Mr. Shively in particular produced some tasty fresh mushrooms cooked in bacon fat, and sausage on bread.

Saturday night there was a great deal of wonder among the troops concerning what Mother Nature had in store for us. Some recalled the weather reports we were getting of severe rain, then snow, then more rain expected. Others commented on the power of the thunder and lightening which we witnessed. Still others pointed out the “sheets” of rain visible in the distance. Nothing in fact materialized except a little spitting, at least at our location.

Later, Mr. Gibbens (an old company C man) and I caught up, traded stories about the 9th back in the day, and otherwise discussed politics and current events. I was also able to catch up on Mr. Jepsen’s activities, Mr. Jepsen of the 10th and Battalion color guard. Some of the other lads caught some of the period live music down in the town.

Most were in bed quite early for the 9th.

Sunday --

It really takes the booming voice of Sgt. Major Sutton, who was absent, to get you going of a morning, and so we might claim an excuse for moving slowly.

Sunday morning breakfast of sausage, salt pork and ‘shrooms, bacon, and potatoes.

But there was the little matter of the 9th’s dilatoriness in getting to morning parade. Well, in my defense, neither myself nor any of my non-coms had received any announcement of a morning parade. As the companies began to file into line on the road just opposite our camp, where we were lazily preparing breakfast, however, we began to sense something. On the other hand, if I had been thinking properly, I would have interrupted breakfast and told the guys to leave it and fall in. As it was, Col. Amend “invited” us into the parade and we did so. My bad.

The weather picture was more serious than on Saturday, the wind kicking up quite a bit, and the temperature dropping ten degrees or so, and considerably more rain was spit down on us than before. Not enough to retreat to canvas, and I no one in the 9th broke out a gum blanket or poncho.

Captain Keith conducted his period church service, followed, of note, by the baptism of Color Sgt. Bell. The very cool temperatures notwithstanding, Captain Keith opted for a full immersion in the sluiceway of the mill, only a stone’s throw from our camp. Sgt. Bell is a God-fearing man and a good sport for taking the dunking in what must have been chilly water.

Our “mascot,” the screeching, rubber chicken ”Homie” -- awarded for the bonehead move or other strange comment of the weekend -- found a new home at Shoal. Although there were two other also-rans, Homie was awarded Sunday morning to Cpl. Downey for splitting your writer’s canvas chair. Saturday afternoon when he intended a sit to enjoy the fire, Mr. Downey was treated instead to a humbling dump onto the ground when the canvas seat finally gave way.

To his credit, Col. Amend made the initial decision to not cancel the event for the Battalion as the morning progressed, even as the weather appeared to get dicier (Mr. Visser had already left due to snow back home in Nebraska), although he did cancel the morning’s drill. Shortly thereafter, at about 11:30 am, came the word, however, that the event had been called given that the federals had bugged out and no general public was anticipated. The 9th and the Battalion did not quit the event until it was cancelled.

Conclusion --

Permit me to compliment Mr. Anspach for concentrating on his school of the soldier skills, and for cultivating a fine impression with “the look” that we all strive for. Mr. Staab also produced at the event, in addition to a first-rate new hat, a beautiful, 9th-personalized rounders bat and brown, sewn leather ball for a game later in the season, and I understand that he and Mr. Shemwell are putting together a book of rules (will have to see if those rules count for much when we actually get into a game with our reb brothers). Mr. Shemwell continued his usual good cheer, humor, and erudition. And our non-coms and Mr. Visser provided, as expected, the leadership, experience, and skill that I expect of all officers and veterans. I might say that the 9th campfire, although not as wild as PG 2008, was never lacking in giggles and gags. Mr. Gibbens, we do not see you enough.

Despite some lower numbers than anticipated, the 9th made its presence known at the event and even gave a couple of Rebel Chicken of Defiance squawks to boot.

All in all, Shoal Creek, despite a few bumps, was a successful event. No one was hurt, all were well-fed, and entertained, and we had a good fight on Saturday and a surprise raid on our own camp after that.

Here is a comment by Col. Amend:

I was very pleased with the turnout from the battalion. And everyone’s willingness to get out there and do drill was great. Everyone is very concerned with getting the maneuvers down pat. And additional thumbs up for all the new recruits in the ranks, welcome all. The Ninth performed as well as always. My thanks for all who volunteered to "go blue." And finally, you all made my hair stand up when I started seeing you come by in blue. I should have known better than hang around. Next time I will just keep on running. LOL! I think we have a good start for the season. I look forward to seeing everyone on the parade ground at Jeff City.

You 9th soldiers out there who did not attend -- at least without a good excuse -- shame on you for not attending an event this close to home! This was a MAX event which has been of record on the website since the posting of the Huzzah Valley After Action report in Oct. 2008. MAX events are those which every man is supposed to make every effort to attend. Comes a time when you have to think, do I want to do this, and make an effort to support the 9th, my own pards, and the effort they put in to make an event memorable, or do I just want to make my one or two events a year and call that good.

On a much sadder note, I report the fact that Major Albert, a 9th and Battalion stalwart, and staff Major as of 2006, has announced a relocation and resignation of his staff duties due to personal events beyond his control. I respectfully suggest that every man in the 9th owes a debt of gratitude to Brian for continuing and enhancing the 9th’s hallmarks over the years of hard-fighting, authenticity, and fun. From your humble correspondent’s point of view, Brian was unequalled in his ability to not only ensure that we always had fun, not just overall, but at any and most all moments of a particular weekend, and also to recognize, implement, and teach the more technical aspects of civil war drill and the school of the soldier. Brian, you will be missed, but we hope to see you some time on down the road. As Captain of the 9th, i stand in awe of Brian’s achievements for the 9th and the Battalion over the course of his 20+ years in the hobby.

Respectfully submitted:

Brian Cox
Captain, commanding
9th Texas Reg’t of Infantry
1st Missouri Battalion






Corpl. Downey and the Ninth at Edna

Near  Edna, Kansas  on into Indian Territory
After Action Report

Early on a Saturday morning, a party consisting of myself and Pvt. Keidel took off in the rain to meet with Shawn Bell and four stalwarts from the Eighth Kansas.  Our objective was Hayrick Mound Ranch, about six miles South of Edna, Kansas and right across the state line into Indian Territory.

We had been invited by Carrico’s Cavalry group to participate in a small scale tactical.  Our job was to skulk in the brush and act as bushwackers.  This was certainly not a stretch for the three of us from the Ninth.  The gentlemen from the Eighth Kansas did step up and skulk with the best of us.  Battleshirts, civilian attire,  shotguns, and pistols were the order of the day.  Hayrick Mound Ranch is located on a gravel road and consists of 1600 acres of prairie, hills, woods, and creek in one unbroken chunk.  They also have a complete town with saloon, a bunkhouse and numerous cabins.  These are completely lighted by kerosene lamps or candles with no electricity.  It was one of the best period locations I’ve seen, especially with the modern vehicles parked over the crest of the hill and entirely out of sight.  There was plenty of room to play!  Numbers were relatively small, with approximately 10 cavalrymen on each side.  The goundpounders consisted of 13 confederate bushwackers and about 20 Union Infantry.  There were also two teamsters complete with wagons and a couple of buggies adding to the atmosphere. 

Due to rain the night before, the creeks were running higher than expected and this somewhat hampered our movements through the brush.  We straggled and moved in true bushwacker fashion and found that hanging out in the downed brush and trees helped keep the cavalry at bay.  We located the boys in blue and exchanged a few volleys back and forth.  They retreated to the base of the ridge with their cavalry screening the withdrawal.  Luckily the rebel horsemen appeared and occupied the union cavalry. We then followed the infantry with the intention of committing mischief and even managed to catch a couple of prisoners.  At this point we attempted to ford the stream at the foot of the ridge and came to a screeching halt.  It really wasn’t too surprising as they had a Gatling Gun emplaced to dispute our passage.  We continued to probe and snipe, but didn’t have enough manpower to swarm the gun.  One or two individuals were able to flank the gun, but were not in numbers to take on both it and the infantry. We were defeated, but not without giving a good showing of ourselves.  Luckily that afternoon provided us with an opportunity to turn the tables.  As the Federals withdrew towards the town, we laid an ambush at the crossing of a small slough that had brush on either side of  the road.  We allowed the Union Cavalry to spot us in the brush and weeds, then retreated to the safety of the banks immediately next to the road.  The five foot bank provided excellent cover.  As their wagons and infantry approached we let off a volley.  Relying on conventional wisdom, their infantry immediately advanced on our front, assuming that our rifles and shotguns would not be reloaded in time to stop them from overrunning our position.  However, they forgot about the guerilla penchant for carrying multiple pistols.  As they approached, we rose up and decimated their ranks.  Shortly after this sharp engagement, the union cavalry appeared. Due to the late appearance of our own horsemen, they were able to flank our position.  We still were quite satisfied with our performance for the day.

At one point after the skirmish, Pvt. Keidel was napping on the porch of the saloon.  A ball and chain was setting on the afore mentioned porch.  Representatives of the Ninth were present.  I think that nothing more needs to be said!

That evening we were treated to a tasty repast consisting of brisket, baked potato, green beans and cobbler.  All were cooked in Dutch ovens over coals.  It was one of the best meals that I have eaten at a reenactment!  After dark the owners of the gatling gun treated us to a night firing.  It was quite impressive.  We also had two gentlemen with guitars playing at the campfire and were treated to everything from sixteenth century sea chanties to modern country western.  When it came time for bed, Mr. Bell and I threw our blankets on the porch of the saloon and slept quite well.  Mr. Keidel slept inside between the bar and the pot bellied stove.  I will make no comment on how natural he looked there.  The next morning we arose and took our leave.  It was a very enjoyable and satisfying time and we appreciated the hospitality shown to us!

Cpl. Randy Downey
9th Texas Reg't of Infantry


Reinforcements Arrive For the NINTH!!

With my congratulations to Mr. Matlack and Mr. Fasula, I announce for the regiment the arrival of reinforcements. Cpl. Matlack and wife are the proud parents of Katherine Anne who arrived March 2, 2009. Mr. Fasula and his wife were also blessed with the arrival of Allen on or about March 26, 2009

Brian Cox
Captain, commanding
9th Texas Reg't of Infantry
1st Missouri Battalion


Abe Lincoln (Tom Leahy) celebrates Kansas’ birthday with Gov. Sebelius, addresses Kansas Legislature

Our own Pvt. Tom Lahey reprised his role as  Abraham Lincoln at Kansas Day activities in Topeka at the Museum of History this past Thursday (January 29). Tom regaled a crowd of eager school children with anecdotes of Old Abe and a stirring rendition of the Gettysburg Address. Governor Sebelius was also on hand to help celebrate Kansas’ 148th birthday and to highlight Lincoln’s Kansas connection. (Our 16th president, having toured some of Kansas' eastern towns, said in March 1860 that, "[i]f I went West, I think I would go to Kansas.”) Tom also amiably stood for autographs, hand-shaking and photographs. Also present to support Tom’s performance were Col. Lang Perdue, Pvt. Aaron Staab, and your faithful correspondent, all dressed out in blue.

The next day, Tom addressed the Kansas legislature, and also offered some thoughts to a Topeka Capital-Journal interviewer on the nation's current economic troubles and the legal troubles of another Illinois politician who has been in the news (check out the CJ website for a story on Tom’s performances).

Brian Cox
Captain, commanding
9th Texas Reg’t of Infantry
1st Missouri Battalion



Captain's Corner, a new link above for the Captain to keep us informed

From the desk of Captain Brian Cox, 9th Texas regiment of Infantry

Additional Details on 2009 Campaign

I.    Introduction -

The January 24, 2009 1st Missouri Battalion planning meeting at Shoal Creek Revival Church near Pierce City MO, was well attended and resulted in the scheduling of a full serving of maximum (“MAX”) Battalion events and an even fuller selection of additional, optional events as the individual regiment/company or solider may also find time for.

At the risk of restating, the MAX events are those that every solider should make every effort to attend. In addition, it is these events that soldiers wishing to attain rank in the 9th Texas should make an effort to attend.

Chairing the meeting was Colonel Brad Amend. Also present for staff were Majors Looney and Albert, Lt. Col. Williams, Color Sgt. Bell, and Battalion Musician Franklin. Companies/regiments represented by one or more men were:  1st MO; 2nd MO; 3rd MO; 3rd MO (dismounted); 4th MO; 5th MO; 9th MOSS; 10th MO; and 9th Texas.

II.    2009 Campaign MAX Battalion events --

Most of the meeting was consumed in discussing and setting the 2009 campaign of MAX events, and these are indicated immediately below:

April 3-5            Shoal Creek (Kansas City area)

May 15-17        Capture of Jefferson City MO

June 5-7        Kingston MO

Sept. 18-20        Holden MO

Oct. 16-18        Fortescue MO

Oct. 31-Nov. 1    Pea Ridge/Bentonville AR

As you can see, no national event is scheduled.

III.        Kansas and Nebraska locale events

The following are events which the 9th should or may be interested in as having Kansas and Nebraska locations:

June 12-13        Humboldt KS

Please note that this is Friday and Saturday only. The 9th has traditionally attended this event, and we should support it in numbers this year as well, and I have invited the Battalion. I have included here a note about the event from Mr. Downey:
Friday night at the Historic Cemetery (Many CW vets buried there!) is a talk on Confederate Cherokees.
We are free to come in and set up at the city's South Park on Friday and stay over Saturday night.  This is a large pleasant area that is the original site of Camp Hunter.  Most of our duties are on Sat. only.   Yours truly will be part of an interpretive tour of historic sites on Sun.  I do a great union recruiting officer!
Tom L. will be doing his Lincoln impression for the event.
Rations will be provided (3 or 4 meals).
A powder ration will be paid to pre-registered participants.  Tentatively I believe that it will be ten dollars a head.
Bloody Dawn will be shown at the HS/Community Building on Sat. Evening [Ed. note -- according to Mr. Bell, the film may not be ready for distribution as yet.].  A lot of folks from Battalion are in this show! This is prior to a period Dance.  They have moved  the dance to the air conditioning  for the townsfolk. Naturally this is closer to the "Tip on Inn" that the Ninth remembers so well!
Impression is regular confederate (burning), bushwhacker (Raid), and union (Firing Squad).  Bring it all and play.
The Humboldt event may be a bit of a dog and pony show.  It is a strange combination of reenactment and historic pageant.  It is on original ground, It promotes the Border War History It is part of the Freedom Trails Border War Historic area that is supported by both Kansas and Missouri.  While the event may be hokey in spots, the crowd is genuinely interested in history and we aren't dealing with Craft Fairs and Carnivals.  It's focused on the civil war exclusively. The local clubs and church groups do provide some tasty fare for those not interested in the supplied rations!  It has been a successful recruiting field over the years. 
On a side note our beloved skit "The Unwanted Guests" may be cut.  I have advanced my thoughts that we loved the food in that one. 

If our medical branch is there, they are offering a small additional honorarium if they would set up a field hospital and talk to folks during the day. 

Aug. 14-16    Civil War on the Western Frontier, Lawrence KS

I know that the City of Lawrence puts on a multi-week commemoration of Lawrence in the Civil War, and they have had federal reenactors set up camps in years past. I invited us in for this year. Many, many years ago I remember either the 9th or company C attending this. Could be a good recruiting opportunity and if not, a chance to sample brew and food on Massachusetts Street. I will post details on the Journal as I receive them.

Sept. 25-27 Pawnee City, NE

This event alternates with Brownville which Mr. Visser and I attended last year. I have no details as yet, but will expect same from Mr. Visser when he has them. This is a chance for the rest of the 9th to support our Company G brothers. I am given to understand that our brothers in the 3rd MO. will attend as will some of their boys who are starting a new Arkansas unit.

Oct. 10-11     Civil War Days at the Museum of the National Guard, Topeka KS

I have fond hopes that this little living history event will turn into bigger things, but as yet, it attracts a group federal artillerymen, a blacksmith, a federal medical impression, and occasionally the Lecompton Reenactors. And almost no rebs except the undersigned, although Sgt. Bell and Mr. Shemwell attended in the past. They offer a pancake and sausage breakfast free to reenactors, and a good museum. Could be a good recruiting opportunity as there is foot traffic through the camps.

IV.        All 2009 events combined

At the Battalion meeting, we also discussed other events which have been scheduled throughout the year, and which individual companies/regiments or soldiers may attend as they see fit, and these are shown below with the MAX, and the Kansas events, along with further comments:

Feb. 20-22        Round Mountain, Yale OK

The 9th has been in the past, and Col. Amend says it is a very little event and very cold, however, the Arkansas Battalion attends it.

March 27-29    Siege of Pt. Hudson, Livingston LA

Col. Amend has been unable to get any details on this event.

April 3-5            #1 MAX - Shoal Creek (KC area)

Capt. Burnos and his 1st MO are cooking up some scenarios for this and will have a schedule out shortly. This will reenact the battle of Blue Mills (?). As this event will also constitute our spring muster, Col. Amend promises that we will have as much battalion drill as time permits. Uniform is early war Missouri State Guard (i.e. generally civilian).

April 17-19        St. Joe, MO

I sent out an email on this earlier, and the scenarios that the organizers are cooking up looks like great fun - i.e. rebs attacking a federal wagon train. There is also a fort on site, and the area is wooded, and these may also factor into the scenarios. The Muddy River Battalion (federal) has extended an invitation to us to attend this event.

May 1-3    Port Jefferson TX near Texarkana in the extreme northeast part of the state.

Many rebs, fewer yanks, no details.

May 15-17    #2 MAX - Capture of Jeff City MO

Uniform will be late war Missouri State Guard (i.e. essentially regular confederate infantry). Col. Amend promised to continue any battalion drill which we may have missed earlier in the year. Some of the larger federal units in the area may be at this one.

Of note, the 2nd and 3rd MO have apparently challenged each other to a cooking competition at this event. Rules to follow, staff has volunteered to judge. 9th, we should get a piece of this - Mr. Keidel will you be with us?

May 22-24        Stand of Colors, Westport MO

Try to forget Stand of Tics 2008. This event is just a rumor at this point.

June 5-7        #3 MAX Kingston MO

Location is 45 minutes northeast of Liberty MO. According to Capt. Broski and the 10th, the town is really supporting this event, and the reenactors will have the run of the town, with a possible fight in the town and possible fight in chest-high corn. Possible buffalo BBQ.

Check out their website at

June 12-13     Humboldt, KS

See note above

June 12-14      Hulston Mill MO, not far from Springfield MO

Contact Capt. Keith of the 4th MO which will go as federals. Elliott’s Scouts and the 26th TX may also attend.

June 12-14        Centerville, IA

Battles both days. Contact Captain Smith of 9th MOSS.

Aug. 14-16    Civil War on the Western Frontier, Lawrence KS

See note above.

Sept. 4-6            Lamoni IA, just north of Kansas City on I-35

I attended this event the past two years and it is up and coming although inexplicably scheduled on a tough weekend. Word is the organizers want to expand on the mini-immersion event they had in 2008 which was great fun (see the AAR for Lamoni 2008).

Sept. 18-20        #4 MAX Holden MO

Contact Capt. Broski of the 10th MO. This was on the calendar last year but the 9th did not attend. Rations, powder, and Saturday night dinner are apparently promised. Period band. Fishing lake nearby.

Sept. 25-27 Pawnee City, NE

See note above

Sept. 25-27        Austin, MO “Bean Eating” - near Dayton MO.

Contact Captain Broski of the 10th MO. Here’s a chance to eat beans for free! Soldiers can dress out as soldiers or as CW veterans. Fees paid by the public go to support the local cemetery which contains GAR dead.

Sept. 25-27        Ft. Washita, Durant OK

No details. Contact Major Looney.

Sept. 26     Fair Grove MO festival (near Springfield MO)

Contact Captain (Tim) Ritter of the 3rd MO (dismounted). Tens of thousands of spectators attended this in past years.

Oct. 10-11     Civil War Days at the Museum of the National Guard, Topeka KS

See note above

Oct. 16-18        Max #4 Fortescue MO

The site is in the extreme northwest corner of Missouri. Many federals are expected. Possible candlelight tour. More details later.

Oct. 23-25    Jefferson Barracks, St. Louis MO

Contact Captain Smith of the 9th MOSS.

Oct. 31-Nov. 1    #5 MAX Pea Ridge/Bentonville AR

Capping a very busy fall is this familiar event where we will once again hook up with the Arkansas boys as well as some additional rebs and yanks from points south.

If anyone has anything else which should be on this calendar -- event, living history, fair or festival, gun show, etc. -- let me know and we will get it up.

Brian Cox
Captain, commanding
9th Texas Reg't of Infantry
1st Missouri Battalion




The Journal of the Ninth Texas Regiment of Infantry: 

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