October 9th Tavern Raid by AotM
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October 9th Tavern Raid by AotM
Herein resides the record of the infamous "Tavern Raid" perpetrated by the Rebel Army of the Mississippi, under the command of Brig. Gen. Blake Strickler, on the date of October 9th, 2010.
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Re: October 9th Tavern Raid by AotM
TAVERN RAID BY THE AotM by Blake Strickler
CRASH! The back door of the Old Abe Tavern was suddenly broken down as a group of Rebel officers came rushing in!
"Colonel, grab that Yank!" their leader hollered. A nearby Confederate colonel used his rifle butt to knock one of the befuddled guards to the floor before taking his pistol.
"Who the hell do you think you are, sir!?" One of the Yankee generals demanded of the Rebel leader.
"I, sir, am Brig. Gen. Blake Strickler of the Army of the Mississippi, by God!" General Strickler then picked up a bottle of some cheap alcohol from the table. After sniffing it, and nearly gagging from its pungent aroma, he threw it through the nearest window as his men let out a roar of laughter.
"We hear you Yanks are aspiring to have backbones!" One of Strickler's Lieutenants added. "We came to put you back in your places." The officer then picked up a pool cue and broke it over his knee with a smile.
"You will all pay for this!" A Yankee officer protested. He quickly reached for his sidearm only to feel the cold steel of a pistol against the back of his neck. Another group of Rebels had come in through the front door in all the excitement. The Yankee wisely removed his hand from the revolver as the Rebel officer cocked the hammer of his piece to emphasize the hopelessness of the Yankee situation.
"Now, now, gentlemen, let's not rough up the Yankees too much," Strickler scolded his men, "they look scared enough as it is." He walked across the tavern to the bar and reached into his pocket for some Yankee greenbacks. "Barkeep, I’m buying a round for everyone here."
At that moment a sudden gunshot from the balcony of the tavern caused everyone to duck for cover!
"Who fired that shot?!" Strickler yelled.
"I did you Rebel scum!" A Yankee shouted as he and a half-dozen men suddenly appeared on the balcony above leveling shotguns on the Rebels. When the smoke cleared it proved to be General Meyer, wearing his trademark impeccably laundered and cleaned uniform (undoubtedly from never having been anywhere near the front lines), who was leading the band of Yanks. He then recognized the face of General Strickler as one of the Rebs and nodded to his nemesis and honored opponent.
"Ah, Joe, I figured you'd be around here somewhere. Come join us for a drink, sir." Strickler then grabbed a bottle from the barkeep and poured two drinks. General Meyer descended the stairs with his men as the two sides kept a close watch on one another over the barrels of their weapons.
"Well, Blake, didn’t think you Rebs would attack us behind our lines and within our own locked tavern doors. But then you always did have more guts than brains.” Meyer stood up next to Strickler at the bar and tried to stare down the upstart Rebel General.
“Some of us are born brave, Joe, while others languish behind the lines and overly enjoy having their tailors measure their inseams for new suits every week.” Strickler stared back at Meyer.
“Funny…” Joe mocked.
“Yes, I thought so.” Strickler responded with a smile.
“Well, it seems our men are about even, General Strickler." Meyer placed his pistol on the bar and eyed the drink Strickler had poured.
"So it does, Joe." Strickler handed one of the shot glasses to the general and the two men toasted the picture of George Washington above the bar. With a quick motion they gulped the whiskey down and slammed the empty glasses back on to the bar.
"Put those guns away," Joe told his men. Strickler followed suit and ordered his own men to lower their weapons.
"Washington! A fine man!" General Meyer abruptly announced as he poured another drink for himself and General Strickler.
"Indeed, sir, a fine man! Wish he was with us now!" Strickler then lifted his glass to the picture of Washington only to have Meyer push his arm before he could drink - causing the contents of Strickler's drink to go flying to the floor.
"Like hell, Blake, he would never join you damned Rebels! He'd be with us!" Meyer then lifted his own glass to the picture of Washington. Strickler responded by knocking Meyer's drink from his hand causing the glass to shatter on the floor.
"Marquess of Queensberry rules!" Strickler shouted to everyone in the room.
"Works for us!" Meyer shouted back!
With a sudden explosion the room erupted in a hail of flying fists, teeth, blood, and bottles!
"NOW THIS IS A RAID!" Strickler shouted to his men!
BLAKE STRICKLER, Oct. 9, 2010
CRASH! The back door of the Old Abe Tavern was suddenly broken down as a group of Rebel officers came rushing in!
"Colonel, grab that Yank!" their leader hollered. A nearby Confederate colonel used his rifle butt to knock one of the befuddled guards to the floor before taking his pistol.
"Who the hell do you think you are, sir!?" One of the Yankee generals demanded of the Rebel leader.
"I, sir, am Brig. Gen. Blake Strickler of the Army of the Mississippi, by God!" General Strickler then picked up a bottle of some cheap alcohol from the table. After sniffing it, and nearly gagging from its pungent aroma, he threw it through the nearest window as his men let out a roar of laughter.
"We hear you Yanks are aspiring to have backbones!" One of Strickler's Lieutenants added. "We came to put you back in your places." The officer then picked up a pool cue and broke it over his knee with a smile.
"You will all pay for this!" A Yankee officer protested. He quickly reached for his sidearm only to feel the cold steel of a pistol against the back of his neck. Another group of Rebels had come in through the front door in all the excitement. The Yankee wisely removed his hand from the revolver as the Rebel officer cocked the hammer of his piece to emphasize the hopelessness of the Yankee situation.
"Now, now, gentlemen, let's not rough up the Yankees too much," Strickler scolded his men, "they look scared enough as it is." He walked across the tavern to the bar and reached into his pocket for some Yankee greenbacks. "Barkeep, I’m buying a round for everyone here."
At that moment a sudden gunshot from the balcony of the tavern caused everyone to duck for cover!
"Who fired that shot?!" Strickler yelled.
"I did you Rebel scum!" A Yankee shouted as he and a half-dozen men suddenly appeared on the balcony above leveling shotguns on the Rebels. When the smoke cleared it proved to be General Meyer, wearing his trademark impeccably laundered and cleaned uniform (undoubtedly from never having been anywhere near the front lines), who was leading the band of Yanks. He then recognized the face of General Strickler as one of the Rebs and nodded to his nemesis and honored opponent.
"Ah, Joe, I figured you'd be around here somewhere. Come join us for a drink, sir." Strickler then grabbed a bottle from the barkeep and poured two drinks. General Meyer descended the stairs with his men as the two sides kept a close watch on one another over the barrels of their weapons.
"Well, Blake, didn’t think you Rebs would attack us behind our lines and within our own locked tavern doors. But then you always did have more guts than brains.” Meyer stood up next to Strickler at the bar and tried to stare down the upstart Rebel General.
“Some of us are born brave, Joe, while others languish behind the lines and overly enjoy having their tailors measure their inseams for new suits every week.” Strickler stared back at Meyer.
“Funny…” Joe mocked.
“Yes, I thought so.” Strickler responded with a smile.
“Well, it seems our men are about even, General Strickler." Meyer placed his pistol on the bar and eyed the drink Strickler had poured.
"So it does, Joe." Strickler handed one of the shot glasses to the general and the two men toasted the picture of George Washington above the bar. With a quick motion they gulped the whiskey down and slammed the empty glasses back on to the bar.
"Put those guns away," Joe told his men. Strickler followed suit and ordered his own men to lower their weapons.
"Washington! A fine man!" General Meyer abruptly announced as he poured another drink for himself and General Strickler.
"Indeed, sir, a fine man! Wish he was with us now!" Strickler then lifted his glass to the picture of Washington only to have Meyer push his arm before he could drink - causing the contents of Strickler's drink to go flying to the floor.
"Like hell, Blake, he would never join you damned Rebels! He'd be with us!" Meyer then lifted his own glass to the picture of Washington. Strickler responded by knocking Meyer's drink from his hand causing the glass to shatter on the floor.
"Marquess of Queensberry rules!" Strickler shouted to everyone in the room.
"Works for us!" Meyer shouted back!
With a sudden explosion the room erupted in a hail of flying fists, teeth, blood, and bottles!
"NOW THIS IS A RAID!" Strickler shouted to his men!
BLAKE STRICKLER, Oct. 9, 2010
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Re: October 9th Tavern Raid by AotM
THERE WAS A YANK GENERAL NAMED MEYER by Stewart Stiles
There was a Yank general named Meyer
Who thought he was a Reb slayer
But he met General Cam
Who turned him to ham
And now he’s no longer a player.
Col Stewart Stiles
CoS WT CSA Oct. 9th, 2010
There was a Yank general named Meyer
Who thought he was a Reb slayer
But he met General Cam
Who turned him to ham
And now he’s no longer a player.
Col Stewart Stiles
CoS WT CSA Oct. 9th, 2010
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Re: October 9th Tavern Raid by AotM
THE "GALLANT" ARMY OF TENNESSEE by Reb Raider
Gen McOmish shir! How bout another on Gen Meyer's tab?
I reckon we can take our disguises off now and have a REAL PARTY........hic!
My poetic talents improve with booze:
There once was an Army of Tennessee
With many a Yank for all to see
They came by the thousands with horses and guns
But the men of Mississippi gave them the “runs”
And now they’re no longer in Dixie
Col Tennyson Stiles
CoS WT CSA Oct. 9th, 2010
Whoa... I think we need to put quotations around the word Gallant!
The "Gallant" Army of the Tennessee.
Blake Strickler Oct. 9th, 2010
Done Sir
Col Tennyson Stiles
CoS WT CSA Oct. 9th, 2010
Gen McOmish shir! How bout another on Gen Meyer's tab?
I reckon we can take our disguises off now and have a REAL PARTY........hic!
My poetic talents improve with booze:
There once was an Army of Tennessee
With many a Yank for all to see
They came by the thousands with horses and guns
But the men of Mississippi gave them the “runs”
And now they’re no longer in Dixie
Col Tennyson Stiles
CoS WT CSA Oct. 9th, 2010
Whoa... I think we need to put quotations around the word Gallant!
The "Gallant" Army of the Tennessee.
Blake Strickler Oct. 9th, 2010
Done Sir
Col Tennyson Stiles
CoS WT CSA Oct. 9th, 2010