I finished reading Morris' The Washing of the Spears again this afternoon. It's one of those books that I always pick something up from with every reading. Probably this is because it is very heavy going. Morris is an old school historian who has to explain the background of every single topic he touches in painful detail. You haven't lived until you have tried to wade through his explanation of the schism which split the Church of England into "High Churchers" and "Low Churchers" during the Victorian era.
But that's not why I read the book. It deals with the history of South Africa, and I am a big fan of the Boers. They were not saintly people, but they were highly admirable in almost every respect. They were survivalists with the word spelled out in caps and underlined.
When I was reading through the book this time I kept seeing things that I'd think I needed to remember so I could quote them in a post. But I realized eventually that there was just too much good material here and I could never do it. From self sufficiency to people using vet medicines, the book touches on all of it.
I've always loved military history and the Zulu Wars were basically the end of the old British Army and the beginning of a truly modern military. Lots of "the last time" situations in here, like the last time the British troops carried their colors uncased into battle.
It's a good read if you have time. I wish I could force myself to use a highlighter in my books, but I just can't. If you can though, a cheap paperback copy would stand you in good stead.
I heard on the CB this afternoon that Walmart has some more .45 ACP , or did when the fellow on the other end of the transmission was there this morning. I will go by tomorrow, I need some things anyway and I am over my pique with their incompetent sporting goods clerk. Maybe the old woman who works in sporting goods will be there. She doesn't know one end of a rifle from the other but at least she has the keys to the ammo cabinet and she is where she is supposed to be.
I have been going through the supply room and rearranging things. It's like living in a WW 2 submarine around here. Every nook and cranny filled with the things we might need if the stores and everything else go away. Not just scattered and stacked, before someone calls me a hoarder. All of this stuff is categorized and stored by category, split among three different buildings so that if I lose one building in a fire I won't lose every can of beans, or every box of bullets, etc.
Not much else doing.