[Ansteorra] Water Bearing at Gulf Wars?

[Lord Pooky]

Good Day Fellow Ansteorrans,


I do not claim nor have any evidence to show, that I understand how
the modern world works.


It is undeniably necessary for there to be people who are not actively
engaged in fighting, to be supplying water to those who are. In 95+
degree Ansteorran heat, heavy heat absorbent metal, expending energy,
fending off opportunities to be literally physically wounded people will overheat.
If people are not there to be on immediate hand to squirt the water in
the visor of our friends, someone will heat stroke and die.
Sure we can say let them fight and hydrate (or not) at their own risk
that way the Society be less culpable, but here is where my lack of
modern understanding comes to query, is Society even more at legal
risk for permitting an activity and purposely not providing a crucial
safety feature like hydration when the cause and effect is so clear
cut?
Lets hope this isn't first addressed in a wrongful death suit. Maybe a
waiver Pontius Pilot's the SCA completely, we'll see....
Mundanely I'm an olfactorial sensing neanderthal by lineage, and when
it smells like the responsibility for peoples safety is being abdicated I feel disappointed and sad. Then I manifest ways to take the responsibility upon myself.
 
See you at Gulf War. If your thirsty just look up I'll be there (if permitted),
Pooky - Gargantuan Male Waterbearer
 
- Respect your creation, love me and be then healed.
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> Having been a male waterbearer Ansteorra.  I have to ask are there no male waterbearers in Ansteorra ? Is this work that only our women do ?
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> In a message dated 2/13/2009 10:48:54 AM Central Standard Time,
> bardsatlarge at yahoo.com writes:
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> I am not  sure about a super hero, but I've been sainted a couple of times
> bearing  water.
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