Thinking about Stones River Battlefield made me think of Kennesaw Mountain Battlefield in the Atlanta suburbs. When my older son was 15, one of his football coaches and history teacher talked him into doing some Civil War reenacting. Because you couldn't participate unless you were 16 years of age with signed parental consent, they tried to convince me to participate as well. I could lie and say he was 16 (he was a big kid, 6'1" and about 215lbs with no body fat at 15) and because I was with him everyone would be protected from liability. I finally agreed, bought the uniforms, rifles, accoutrements, etc. and we joined up. I enjoyed the primitive camping, cooking over an open campfire, early mornings, coffee, hanging out portions. I did acquire a bunch of good stories, and many of my more idiotic exploits are still talked about by the re-enactors. I am normally amiable, friendly and like to talk and joke around, but have no filter. I do have an extremely volatile temper when pushed, apparently when I get really mad my eyes get large and turn black and it scares people. I've been told so by lots of people that I can be scary, I don't see it but I'm on the inside looking out. I do know that mentally, once you've broken the Cain/Abel prohibition in your life, escalation of violence up to and including death is never again off the table (this will factor in later). So, there were a lot of big 135th anniversary events when we started so we did numerous reenactments and a number of historical programs for the National Park Service. We (our unit) were invited down to do historical presentations by the NPS for the 135th at Kennesaw Mountain National Battlefield. We went. Kennesaw Mountain, like Stones River has become swallowed up in larger metropolitan areas. Atlanta has grown north into and becoming contiguous with Marietta (Kennesaw) which has grown as well. Nashville has grown south into Smyrna, which along with Murfreesboro has expanded to become virtually contiguous. This has led Stones River and Kennesaw to become heavily used for recreational purposes by the surrounding communities, biking, jogging, etc. which competes with the battlefield's original intended purpose. So, we were supposed to be doing a firing demonstration with artillery and infantry in the confederate field fortifications. The Park Rangers were concerned with safety of people using a trail that ran along in front of and below the fortifications. So, they asked my son and I if we'd serve as sentries at a trail junction and direct people down an alternate trail to prevent them from passing in front of the confederate works. We set up at the junction, had a small fire where we were cooking some country ham, boiling some coffee, smoking a pipe, eating cornbread and chilling. When a biker, hiker or jogger would approach I'd walk forward to the junction, come to port arms with my rifle and fixed bayonet, barring their way and say, "There is a historical presentation taking place and for your safety the Rangers ask that you take the alternate path to the left. Thank you." Most people were nice and complied or stayed and talked for a few minutes, asked questions, etc. before going along their way. After about 40 minutes of so on post, a short guy and a hot girl came jogging towards us. I picked up my rifle with 18" .58 caliber socket bayonet fixed, walked towards the junction, came to port arms and started my spiel. The guy got an attitude, probably showing out for the girl, and said he didn't care they were going down the trail and started to go around me. I sidestepped and blocked his way, and he started going off on me. I was getting mad, the girl started turning pale and grabbed his arm in order to head down the other trail as I'd requested. He asked me, "who the f**k I thought I was and that I had no authority to block his way". I calmly replied, "I am acting under the orders of the National Park Rangers and the detour was for his safety, and they should go ahead and proceed by the detour". "I was not authorized to allow them to proceed down the trail". That's when he said, "I'm going down the f**kin' trail, that ain't no real gun and you ain't got no bullets, so you can't stop me." That was it, full fury mode, I levelled the bayonet, assumed an aggressive stance in a fraction of a second. "Awright, you silly little cocks*cker, this is a real bayonet, and you take one more motherf**king step and I'll shove it so deep it sticks six inches out your fuggin' back!" Scared my son, he thought I was going to kill the guy and took off running to get a Park Ranger, the girl screamed and took off sprinting back down the way they'd come, the little dude turned pale, shrank down, let out a little squeek and took off himself. I went got my pipe and coffee, sat down and chilled. The Park Ranger at the demonstration came down and brought two replacement sentries, it was time to swap us out anyway. He asked what had happened and I told him, he laughed, and we walked back to the demo. About 30 minutes later the head park Ranger radioed him and had him bring us down to the Park Headquarters, my son and I, the guy had filed a complaint that I'd tried to kill him. I told the head Ranger that was a lie if I'd wanted to kill him, he wouldn't have been around to file the complaint (what I didn't tell him was that if the guy had continued, I would have skewered him). When asked for a statement, the girl had said it was the guy's fault and I'd reacted to his provocations. They decided not to do anything to me, but I was banned from any similar type duties. By the end of the weekend everyone knew the story, (mostly spread by the Rangers themselves) even people in other units on other parts of the field. I had a Park Ranger from Shiloh that was there helping with the anniversary drive over just to meet me and shoot the shit.