At 6:45 this morning Ft. Sumpter was fired upon by reenactors just as it was 150 years ago today.
The feeling at Moultrie House, General Beauregard's headquarters, was somber early this morning with soldiers quietly discussing the impending battle.
Campfires glowed in the encampment...
while men stood on the wall awaiting word...
and others stood watch on the beach.
Meanwhile, we enjoyed breakfast as the impending battle brewed.
Being good southern ladies, breakfast was accompanied by mimosas.
Then the first shots rang out startling all who were close by...
except for one brave pelican.
The chaos of battle thundered from Ft. Moultrie, Patriot's Point, and Ft. Johnson.
Flags billowed in the strong morning breezes as men stood ready for battle...
while others sat at the water's edge awaiting commands.
And still we watched.
As the sun made its ascent soldiers continued their preparations.
The fate of Ft. Sumpter hung in the balance.
We headed back to the porch of Moultrie House to chat about the battle and work on needlework.
As we enjoyed the cool spring breezes the battle raged aroound us with the sound of cannons echoing throughout the day.
