1894 Bregmann No 1

Fighting on Arrival; Fighting for Survival

Chapter I

You gotta walk.. that lonesome valley,
You gotta walk it.. by yourself,
Nobody here can walk it for you,
You gotta walk it.. by yourself

Chapter II

Well you may throw your rock and hide your hand
Workin' in the dark against your fellow man
But as sure as God made black and white
What's down in the dark will be brought to the light.

The wagon lurched as the cavalry train pulled along.

“Sargent Milford, maybe you should explain the disposition of our forces to the good doctor.”

Doctor; “That wouldn’t be necessary. I just need a place to put my things and…..”

“Yes, First Sergeant. This unit is simply a single company but it is riding in force, if a bit understaffed, it consists of two cavalry platoons comprised entirely of rifle scouts, everyone of the rifle scouts are armed with Spencer repeating carbines. It’s twenty men per platoon divided into four squads, each squad has one man armed with modified full sized trapdoor Springfield 1873 that has been scoped, remounted, rifled and otherwise upgraded for accuracy.”

“This really isn’t…”

“The third platoon is dedicated light cavalry artillery, it includes two 42mm Hotchkiss mountain guns, one being pulled by mules and the other being pulled by one of two ammunition wagons. In the other ammunition wagon we have two Gatling guns chambered in .45-70 government. They, the Gatlings, are currently dissembled and stowed. All together the artillery platoon is thirty men strong.”

The doctor looked at Top who was grinning to the extent that it appeared that the top of his head would split from his body. The other NCO’s having left their company were audibly chuckling as they rode away.

“Following the artillery is a support train, it includes two wagons of supplies, a “command” wagon with tents, maps, payroll and other necessary paperwork, a chuck wagon, at least one spare horse for everyone, this comes to two hundred and two horses all together, twenty-five cattle to help pull the wagons and to act as “meat on hoof”, we also have a dozen mules, and “human resources”, cattle drivers, cooks, a blacksmith and gunsmith, carpenter/leatherworkers, musicians; all together twenty-six more enlisted men.”

The doctor; “Could I put my things in the command wa……”

“Everyone not in the scout platoons are armed with normal trapdoor Springfields shortened to carbines with bayonets. Some of the men have been issued Colt single action revolvers, for the most part the NCO’s including corporals and all of the scouts, and the drummer boy but that’s because he’s too tiny to handle a full sized rifle or carbine. Of course there is also the normal mix of privately owned pistols, knives and swords.”

Pulling what command she has together; “Sargent… Are you able to get ammunition for the privately owned weapons?”

Sargent Milford pauses; “I have an inventory of all the privately owned weapons in this company and a list of who owns what, but unless a pistol is in .45 colt, or .56-56 spencer, I will have a hard time getting ammunition for your weapon through regular channels.”

“Not a problem, I’m a doctor, I don’t carry a pistol.”

Top, still grinning wispered; “Why did you ask?”

“Well, if I’m to be dragged through this exposition against my will, I should ask something.”

Sargent Milford without a pause or a change of expression; “Finally, each platoon has its own platoon sergeant, of course, and then there is Top so all together this company is 101 men strong.”

With now honest curiosity; “No officers. Everyone is enlisted?”

“Yes mam’. Top likes it that way.”

That night she was awoken from hushed tones outside. The lights apparently had all been struck and two privates were working the Hotchkiss mountain guns free from the back of the wagon that she was sleeping in. Just as she was about to protest the side flap of the wagon was carefully untied, pulled open and a pair of hands reached inside and pulled out two of the 42mm ammunition crates.

Chapter III

And there’s fire on the mountain
Lighting in the air
Gold in them hills
And it’s waitin’ for me there

Boyd’s Journey -
Damon Albarn and Michael Nyman

Chapter IV

Maria blows the stars around
And sends the clouds a'flyin'
Maria makes the mountains sound
Like folks are up there ..dying

Chapter V

I am Flesh and I am Bone
Arise, ting ting, like Glitter and Gold
I’ve got fire in my soul
Rise up, ting ting, like Glitter
Like Glitter and Gold.

Chapter IV

I'm only human
I do what I can
I'm just a man
I do what I can
Don't put the blame on me
Don't put your blame on me.

Intermission II
Manafest Destiny -
Damon Albarn and Michael Nyman

The Trio -
Ennio Morricone

1. Buffalo Soldier - Bob Marley
2. Lonesome Valley - Woody Guthrie
3. God’s Gonna Cut You Down - Johnny Cash
4. Fire on the Mountain - the Marshall Tucker Band
5. They call the wind Maria - Pernell Roberts
6. Glitter and Gold - Barns Courtney
7. Human - Rag’n’Bone Man