*phew* Just got back from a reenactment, had a good time. And I think I saw Landrik there. 
tell us about it!
Sorry, didn't have a chance to get in TS and talk about it, so I'll have to type it.
(It was a WWII reenactment of the Hurtgen forest in late '44 early '45)
(Also, typed via iPad. So please excuse any mistakes.)
After arriving, I got together with the other guys in my unit, we were then designated "third squad" and tasked with guarding the rear, and digging foxholes. Yeah...
We dug two two-and-a-half-man foxholes separated by a group of trees. We could only get down to about 1 to 2 feet before we started hitting rock and solid clay. Meanwhile, the other two squads had a pre-dug trench to use...
As it got dark, it got reeeaallly cold. So when not on guard duty, we would be wrapped in as many blankets as possible. Then at about 2 AM, I wake up to find the other two guys that where in my foxhole up and talking/eating. I decided to try and go back to sleep. (All-in-all, I got maybe 3 or 4 hours of sleep).
But then... The Captain showed-up. He promptly tasked the two guys with going on a patrol to try and capture a German prisoner. Meanwhile I tried to stay as small as I could in my foxhole. Soon the two, accompanied by another guy, set out. After awhile I heard gunfire and then nothing. I quickly fell back to sleep. I woke to the voice of the third guy saying something I assumed was in Spanish, and then "wake up". I did.
Once the two came back from trying to look for the commander to tell of their lack of success (they didn't look very hard for him...) they began to tell me how it went. Apparently after they had gotten close to the German positions, a German patrol had spotted them and opened fire. During the skirmish, one of the two guys lost his trigger. Yes. The trigger, and all of its associated parts just fell out of his M1 Garand. Remember that this was still the middle of the night. So it finding before the morning was out of the question.
After telling me of their expedition, one asked "What did you think when that other guy started speaking German?" My response? "Oh... I thought that was Spanish..."
The next morning, after another quick skirmish at our outpost, we began to organize our first assault. Third squad would sneak around the ridge that the Germans where encamped on and attack the rear. The other two squads would go at it from the front and side. We advanced fairly far, until their MG-42 opened-up on us. Needless to say, we were screwed.
Once we were all back at camp, we proceeded to do nothing until the next attack. This time we would going at it from the front, in order to support a squad that had just gone around the side. We advanced up to a creek, but were unable to cross it as a German had it well covered.
Our squad leader ordered me and two other men to try and flank the German, but he must have seen us coming, as one of our guys got hit only after advancing but a few yards through the forest. The other got hit while attempting to fire at the German (who seemed to be wearing Kevlar, if you know what I mean
).
Seeing this, I went back to go find the rest of our squad, but I couldn't find them, so I had to go back to base (Come to find out, most of them were also dead).
It was during the wait between that assault and the next, (i.e. lunch break
) that something rather amusing happened. Me and five other guys were hanging around my foxhole eating and talking, when all of a sudden, a German comes up and tells us to drop our guns, put up our hands, and walk into the forest a yard or two. We all, half in shock, did as we were told.
Somehow he had gotten past everyone else (all the other squads), and was now taking us prisoner. He also asked if we had any food left so someone gave him a pack of sugar from a k-ration. He then asked for someone who was willing to play along, to go back to the German camp with him. Being the new guy, I was nominated/volunteered for this task.
After a long trek through the woods, we arrived at the German camp. There we talked for a bit, and the Germans got a few photos (searching the prisoner, giving the prisoner a cigarette, ect. ect. lol ). This was when I think I saw Landrik.
Then after a harrowing escape, (as-in: we said our good byes and I walked back to my own camp) I managed to reach friendly lines again. Soon afterwards we began our next assault. This time however it hadn't been that long after our previous battle so everyone was still a bit winded.
We advanced in a similar way as we did the previous attack, but this time things ground to a halt shortly after we began trading fire with the Germans. Who were also on our flank this time. We took heavy casualties, and at one point it was me, a medic, and two other guys left alive. Another squad arrived soon though, followed by others, but by then, it had just turned into a battle attrition somewhat. With either side unable to dislodge the other.
It was here I had to leave, so I'm not sure what happened in the last few hours of the event.
So TL;DR: I had a pretty good time. Especially since it was one of my first events.
