I wanted it to let me make the exciting photos the cover, but it wouldn't let me. Anyway, There were Americans there, but far more Canadians. Assignment was random, though, and let me assure you that red-neckery is not exclusively south of the 49th parallel.* Mostly, though, people were into the spirit of the thing. They marched us at a really reasonable pace, so not hard at all. A lot of streets in Niagara Falls must have been closed, since the British and Americans were marching from different sides of town to Drummond Hill, which is pretty central. And we had a police escort all the way. People were standing on their porches and lawns and stuff. It was pretty neat. Fife and drums all the way. When we got to the battlefield, they kind of tried to reorganize us, but not too hard, and we did our competing song and huzzah thing. Then they sat us down within about 3 feet of the near side of the field. May I just say, once again, that even without shot, cannon and flintlocks are freak...