Author's Note: Another reminder: This story is the 7th story in a series. To enjoy it best, the stories should be read in the following order:

1. The Memory in the Amnesia

2. Booths R Us

3. The Death in the Vow

4. Birthday Suits in a Suite

5. Athena and Tarzan

6. Sweets Please Help

This story is also a 2 parter. This is part one of two. Now is a good time to go back and read any that you missed. I welcome your reviews. Thanks!!

The Civil in the War

Chapter Three

Susan H.

Cam and Brennan looked at the corpse.

"Marks on the soft tissue show this man was repeatedly jabbed with a blunt object approximately 1 centimeter in diameter."

"That coincides with my findings on the skull."

"I also found these marks," Cam pointed, "which indicate he was also beaten with a rod type instrument, but the blows seemed cushioned somehow."

"Probably with natural cotton," Hodgins announced as he entered the platform.

"I found particles of varnish, wood, and cotton fibers, when I swabbed the skull."

"Interesting mix. The longer marks indicate that the weapon also contained ridges," Cam said.

"This guy was hard core, certainly not a farb," Hodgins said.

"Farb?" Brennan asked.

"Yeah, that's the term used by civil war re-enactors to describe a person using unauthentic materials. Polyester, for instance, was not available in the 1860's. This guy though, he is authentic right down to his ankle length drawers."

"Thomas Kincaid," Angela announced. "He was reported missing 4 weeks ago by his mother."

She swiped her card and climbed the platform.

"Here's the report," she handed a file to Brennan.

"How can these people do this? Reenact a war over and over. I mean, they call that fun?" Angie said.

"Well, anthropologically, peoples have retained their histories by reenacting. Think about Christmas pageants and even pilgrimages where people attempt to walk in the footsteps of their prophet."

"Yeah, well, this is the age of computers, televisions, and books. I don't see the need to immerse myself in one of our most bloody wars."

"No Angela, it's like immersing yourself in history. I think it would be an excellent way to observe civilization at that time. I mean, how much better we could understand a soldier's wife's plight, if we are wearing a corset and leather boots."

"Okay Sweetie, that's your thing. I don't need to get it on that deep level. I'll stay here, in the land of the free."

"You know, more slavery exists today around the world than in the history of mankind. What if we energized ourselves to eradicate it?"

"You're right Brennan. Forgive me. I know closing my eyes doesn't make it go away, but it helps me get through the day," Angela said and walked back to her office.

Brennan pressed speed dial on her phone.

"Booth, we have an ID, and cause of death."