The Regiment made it to C-Span

....Old Hickory said we could take 'em by surprise If we didn't fire our muskets 'til we looked 'em in the eye We held our fire 'til we see'd their faces well. Then we opened up with squirrel guns and really gave 'em ... well    Yeah, they ran through the briars and they ran through the brambles And they ran through the bushes where a rabbit couldn't go. They ran so fast that the hounds couldn't catch 'em Down the Mississippi to the Gulf of Mexico.**

….Old Hickory said we could take ’em by surprise
If we didn’t fire our muskets ’til we looked ’em in the eye
We held our fire ’til we see’d their faces well.
Then we opened up with squirrel guns and really gave ’em … well
Yeah, they ran through the briars and they ran through the brambles
And they ran through the bushes where a rabbit couldn’t go.
They ran so fast that the hounds couldn’t catch ’em
Down the Mississippi to the Gulf of Mexico.**

This is the whole ceremony from the 8th of Jan this year. Several shots of our group in this. About 1.5 hours long, it was very cold and windy that day. (Ed. Note: it must have been bone cold as you  can hear Gwen Thompkson of WWNO . NPR Radio muttering about the cold under her breath.) 

 

http://www.c-span.org/video/?323616-1/ceremony-marking-bicentennial-battle-new-orleans

Jean Lafitte National Historic Park and Preserve also posted a short video of our men hoisting up the flag. That was some undertaking!

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About Ramona

I'm a retired high school teacher and an observer of human nature. Living history is my passion, especially 18th century reenactment. I love life, have fun living and look forward to every day; until it kicks me in the butt. Then there's the next day to look forward to. I'm a transplanted Yankee, born in New Jersey, living in East Tennessee and have a mother who I adore and who lives with me. I've been described as being a good listener, with a quirky sense of humor and one who walks on her own path. My friends mean a lot to me and I cherish all the people who I meet.
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