Script for Mrs. Major Belle Reynolds

First, I need to make it very clear, if there are any rebels amongst you, you had better run before I need to draw {tapping the pistol at my side}, because if I don’t get you, a mighty fine union soldier will!  

With that being said, let me introduce myself.  I am Belle Reynolds of Peoria, IL.  I am among the women who chose to accompany their husbands to the battle and who have helped with domestic chores in the camp.  I am the wife of Lt Reynolds who happens to be the adjutant for the 17th Illinois Infantry.  I have accompanied him with his unit’s journey since 1861 on our movement through the Mississippi valley of Missouri and on to Pittsburg Landing.  I felt compelled to go a bit farther because I was saddened by all of the blood and torture going on around me.  I often headed for the battlefield and the hospital boats where I was needed most.  I have assisted our surgeon but there were some that I could only console.  

I shall never forget the wounded that we evacuated to the boats during the attacks of April 6 and 7th of 1862.  I kept dressing wounds while wondering the fate of my own dear husband.  I felt a hand touch me. "I hardly knew him-blackened with powder, begrimed with dust, his clothes in disorder, and his face pale. We thought it must have been years since we parted. It was no time for words; he told me I must go. There was a silent pressure of hands. I passed on to the boat." 

I escorted some of the wounded back to Illinois telling stories of the battle along the way.  This caught the attention of 

I, daughter of the regiment, have been honored as Major of the 17th Illinois Infantry by Illinois Governor Yates for "for meritorious conduct on the bloody battle-field of Pittsburg Landing." in April of 1862.  



When my husband learned of my appointment as Major, he had insisted on being promoted to colonel.   He said his wife commands him in opposition to our nuptial vows of  “honor and obedience” would invade his rights and place him in a position to take orders from me.  

I was with him to observe the fall of Vicksburg in July 1863.  

Now, before I return to my overwhelming duties, I must warn you – be ready to take cover and there may be spies among us.