Winter Camps

Brothers, (& Sisters)

A couple of notes as the dreary month of January sets in...

Uniforms: Now is a good time to take stock of you uniform(s). Unpack them, don't let them sit & get moldy. I usually dry clean everything once per year. January is a good time.
As I was doing research for my medeival history class, I came on an article that stated the peopel of medieval Europe seldom washed their outer clothes- wood smoke acted as a type of deoderant. This must have some truth, because as much as I have perspired, my wools smell of only one thing-hardwood smoke.
Further, they say that smell is the strongest prod for memory. This also seems to be true. I get a good nose full of wood smoke, and the urge to hit the field runs through me like an electrical current. I can hardly wait.
As always when I'm thinking about the "hobby", my thoughts turn to y'all. It remains my conviction that we are one of the finest artillery batteries in the hobby. I never cease to be impressed by the loyalty and hard work that so many of you display. I am honored to stand among you.
I have said this before, but it bears repeating. We, or more specifically You, have created something special. To me, our brotherhood is a sanctuary; an island in a sea of cultural madness, where manners, brotherhood, and traditions still matter.
However, we are an association of mere men. Like any association, we have our challenges. We all get different things out of the hobby; and each decision that meets one member's needs misses the mark with another member. We must execute care in our words and actions towards each other. Lord knows, there are enough people in and out of the hobby who want to be rid of us. We should not, and cannot fight among ourselves. Please look towards your brother members with kindness.

As always, I am honored to serve among you.

May the Road Rise to meet you.
Duke