To all my brothers and sisters who went on to Fiddlers Green

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    Nov 11, 2012 7:24 PM GMT
    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 Marines,
    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 melee
    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.

    CPT Rowdy Inman 26 Dec 2007
    SSG Bryant Mackey 20 Feb 2008
    SSG Chad Caldwell 30 Apr 2008
    CPL Tony Gonzales 28 Dec 2008
    SGT Lex Lewis 15 July 2011
    CPT Drew Russell 08 Oct 2011
    SGT Allen Mckenna 21 Feb 2012
    SGT Daniel Brown 24 Mar 2012
    SGT David Williams 21 Aug 2012

    Be patient my Brothers, we will all be together on Fiddlers Green soon enough. Rest now, you have earned it.
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    Dec 26, 2012 3:05 PM GMT
    Merry Christmas, guys. I miss you all.