Have you seen the improvements in our Corps website, since Lieutenant Perkinson took over as webmaster? Like anything worth having, this site, in its newly re-designed format, is nothing short of wonderful, in my humble opinion, and it has been worth the wait. He has taken many hours out of his already busy schedule, to create pages, links, posts, add photos and other visuals, all for the benefit of you and me. There are many more exciting things to come, some of which haven't even been thought of yet. Stay tuned. When you get a chance, drop him a line and express your own gratitude. I know he'll appreciate hearing from you.
A staff is only as good as the people who make it up, and I am blessed to have a very dedicated and hard-working staff, who place you and our Corps ahead of self. From the Senior Aide on down to the newest additions, all are kindred souls, who are willing to not only share the load, but also to help keep us all loose and laughing, as we tackle together, myriad problems and concerns, to make the Corps look good. For many years, before joining staff I found myself wondering from time to time, just what a staff does at a reenactment. Now I know. As Chief-of-Staff, I see firsthand, just how many hours go into planning an event,not to mention all the fires that have to be put out, during events themselves. I'd like to thank all the members of our staff, for their dedication and hard work. Folks don't always get to see what you do, but they benefit from every moment of your involvement. Thanks.
Every camp has its cooks, and we have ours. Stinky Vannoy has been around a campfire since Christ was eating oatmeal; even he can't tell you just how many fires he's started (No, I don't mean inside our guts!). Skeeter Davis, the country singer perhaps said it best back in the sixties, when she penned, "To know, know, know him is to love,. love, love him." He'll remind you that he is not a cook, but that he does "a cook's impression." Well, I'll tell you, I've eaten some swill in my life, as I criss-crossed the south on more athletic team buses than I can count, but I don't mind telling you, I've had much worse than Stinky's cuisine. I'd like to thank him as well, for his affable sense of humor and his quick wit. He's almost as quick as me. Now if I could get him to lose those dominoes of his and fix me a sandwich.......... Oops, I said too much. Stinky, thanks. You are truly one of a kind.
Who have you thanked, lately? The guy who rolls your rounds? The woman in camp who sews on your buttons and chevrons? The NCO who keeps you from embarrassing yourself in drill and battle? Your company commander, for making you care to be a great soldier? Your maker, for allowing you to do what you love? You get the point. Before the sun goes down, today, thank someone.
Until next time,
God Bless Longstreet's Corps.
Colonel Gallion
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