It was Chaplain Joey Young's first service in the authentic confederate camp as a chaplain. There were less than a dozen men gathered about the fire waiting. He had his Chaplin straw hat with cross insignia, his KJV bible, his bell, pocket watch and black tails. About the nine o'clock hour for service, he reached down, checking the time again before picking up the hat, then the bible and bell to toll the service. I was ready with one shot. Moments occur like this and are never again to be repeated, sometimes re-created.
This was around 2009. Each year since, I try and attend Chaplin Young's service, which grew this year to over three dozen or more. Even though he uses the Armenian way of raising the hand at the end of the service, I still like to listen to him. There are other Chaplains in camps, some better than others, some worse.
It is one of the things I look forward to on each Sunday morning during Olustee.
This print is available at the gallery in 11x14.
I recently sold a 5x7 version.
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