Wednesday, October 3, 2012

American Warrior Prepares to Move On to Fiddler's Green.

Say a prayer for Basil Plumley.

6 comments:

Taylor Harbin said...

God speed to the brave man. I was hoping to get to meet him once, but looks like that won't happen. He deserves a long rest.

"Gentlemen! Prepare to defend yourselves!"

Pericles said...

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 Fiddler's 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 Flddlers' 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 agaln
With friends at Fiddlers' Green.

And so when man and horse go down
Beneath a saber keen,
Or in a roaring charge or 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.

Jimmy the Saint said...

Death could not be reached for a comment, as it was too busy pissing its pants in fear.

Anonymous said...

Garryowen!
Sgt Maj
Garryowen!









Grenadier1

Anonymous said...

God bless and keep you, Sergeant Major. I hope to meet you when I get to Fiddler's Green.

-BoarHawg
19D

jgm (SGM, Ret. said...

In peace he finally resides.
Of Men he lead us all.
On the Green, on the Green for us all.