Well, it all started out with me being a member of the Texas Army which is one of those outfits where we're all colonels and the head guy is a general. The Governor of Texas is the Commander-In-Chief, just another perk of office...yeah, right! :rotf: Anywho, we're part of the gubernatorial parades mostly for the "color" aspect, if not odor!
That particular time there were only enough of the "troops" make a line across the street and the good General decided I should be toward the middle...will they ever learn??! I had loaded a good, stiff powder charge of powder and a big handful of pink Easterbasket grass for wadding. This particular time our Herr General though it would be fun to only shoot once when we were between a couple tall buildings. It just so happened we were following the drill team from Bergstrom Air Force Base...rank stripes & service stripes from wrist to shoulder types. When we got to the right spot our fearless leader raised his sword and turned around and gave the command. I aimed about 2 feet over his head and let her rip! His somewhat large sombrero ended up on his nose and the drill team got covered in falling pink grass! :applause: Their drill team leader never got them back in order, hard to do drill and watch over your shoulder at the idiots with muskets!! Windows shook and spectaters cheered all over the place and 6 dozen state troopers ran to save the new governor. :rotf: The musket got the name "Tea Cup" since it was assumed I used one to dip powder and I got put in the back rank on all future parades with the fifer and the women folks!
That particular time there were only enough of the "troops" make a line across the street and the good General decided I should be toward the middle...will they ever learn??! I had loaded a good, stiff powder charge of powder and a big handful of pink Easterbasket grass for wadding. This particular time our Herr General though it would be fun to only shoot once when we were between a couple tall buildings. It just so happened we were following the drill team from Bergstrom Air Force Base...rank stripes & service stripes from wrist to shoulder types. When we got to the right spot our fearless leader raised his sword and turned around and gave the command. I aimed about 2 feet over his head and let her rip! His somewhat large sombrero ended up on his nose and the drill team got covered in falling pink grass! :applause: Their drill team leader never got them back in order, hard to do drill and watch over your shoulder at the idiots with muskets!! Windows shook and spectaters cheered all over the place and 6 dozen state troopers ran to save the new governor. :rotf: The musket got the name "Tea Cup" since it was assumed I used one to dip powder and I got put in the back rank on all future parades with the fifer and the women folks!
