Sunday, February 04, 2007

Fiddler's Green

This is for those we have lost...

Halfway down the trail to Hell,
In a shady meadow green,
Are the Souls of all dead troopers camped
Near a good old-time canteen,
And this eternal resting place
Is known as Fiddlers' Green.
Marching past, straight through to Hell,

The Infantry are seen,
Accompanied by the Engineers,
Artillery and Marine,

For none but the shades of Cavalrymen
Dismount at Fiddlers' Green.


Though some go curving down the trail
To seek a warmer scene,
No trooper ever gets to Hell
Ere he's emptied his canteen,
And so rides back to drink again
With friends at Fiddlers' Green.
And so when man and horse go down
Beneath a saber keen.
Or in a roaring charge of fierce mêlée
You stop a bullet clean,
And the hostiles come to get your scalp,
Just empty your canteen,
And put your pistol to your head
And go to Fiddlers' Green.



Sorry for being out of touch these last few days...sometimes this job really sucks and this has been one of those times.

We lost some great troopers the last week or so...keep their families in your prayers. Just know this, they went down fighting like the great Cavalrymen they were.

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