A combat experience

I recently had an oh shit moment during a reenactment is west central indiana. My unit was placed on the left side of the line and we were ordered to advance. Our objective was an earthern fortification about 150 yards to the front. It was relatively easy-enough to take by the looks of it. Only one cannon visible and sparsely supported by infantry. Shortly after our artillery opened fire we moved forward at a slow deliberate pace. Once within about 100 yards the units to our right began to receive a heavy fire from the infantry in the fort. The left side of the line picked up the pace of the advance which began to stall do the the units on the right and center of the line losing men. We regained our composure and began moving forward again. It seemed as though we were not even noticed. Once within about 25 yards i noticed something very ominous, there were dozens of tiny holes in the fort wall. Sticking out from each hole was the barrels of the rifles from the men inside. In a moment there were about 30 little blue hats and rifles on the top of the fort taking aim at us, it was at this point I wondered if I would have had the courage to continue on as my forefathers had. I felt an overwhelming desire to turn and get away or even just to lay down. But I kept on. As I continued it seemed like they were jsut waiting for us. At about 20 yards I lokked up again, and my eyes locked with a blue clad federal trooper who had a dead aim on me. He pulled the trigger and I knew I would have been dead. I am a tremendous dork, stuck witha strange fascination of the men that liked and fought in a war that took place 140 plus years ago. So whenever I can I put on a wool uniform and go "fight" the war between the states for people to come see. It's mostly cheesy, but everyonce in a while you get sucked in, caught up in the thing. This was one of those times. I can't explain it, but I feel like I'm doing what I should be doing when I'm out there. When the grey coat goes on, I get to be somebody else. Maybe even somebody I once was. Maybe.