Wylie

hawkyns called the other night with the news that Wylie Reeves ( elahrairah ) had died. I was dumbstruck and still am that he could be gone. I've been thinking a lot about him the past few days, about our time together in Blackwells and the experiences we shared.

I remember our haul down to that siege muster in North Carolina that the chap from Lloyds Regt. put on at his property. It was in February and warm during the day but the temp plunged at night when the sun went down. Bryn, Wylie and I decided to share a tent for warmth but poor Wylie got the short end of the stick when Bryn and I (who were on the outside) rolled the blankets tight and he had a cold breeze whistling down beside him all night. We shot lots of cannon, got covered in indelible red Carolina clay and had a great time.

Then there was the 3rd company trip to England. Doing the Whitehall march, "buggering about in Luton" trying to find the train station, the distance signs that lied and visiting Basing House. More fond memories.

Then there was the trip over there that I made on my own when he was at Bristol. Making food in Stuart Peachey's kitchen (mmmmm, pig brain sauce) and then having Stuart chauffeur us around. I suppose we probably made the right decision not to try to break into Goodrich Castle after they told us it was closed due to ice...

Just a few memories that have run through my mind. We're going to miss you mate but we'll always remember you when were gathered in company and we will raise a toast to you along with Old Tom Blackwell.

For the King and the Cause!