March, March, March…
March, march, march… that’s what soldiers do. Confederates soldiers marched… Federal soldiers marched. It didn’t matter whether you were in blue or grey or butternut. It didn’t matter if you were a private or a sergeant or a captain or a colonel. If you were a soldier – you marched.
Spectators at Cedar Rapids were able to observe a number of troop movements each day as reenactors formed up into companies then marched to their assigned positions. Crunch, crunch, crunch… the sound of soldiers marching down the road. I think most of the spectators would agree – the columns of soldiers marching to staging points was a grand spectacle. Their movements heightened the anticipation… the battle would soon erupt.
Look closely… The ranks included the young and the old. The ranks included men and women. And they all marched!