The ORIGINAL gathering place for a merry band of Three Percenters. (As denounced by Bill Clinton on CNN!)
Say a prayer for Basil Plumley.
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!"
Halfway down the trail to hellIn a shady meadow green,Are the souls of all dead troopers campedNear 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 trailTo seek a warmer scene,No trooper ever gets to HellEre he's emptied his canteen, And so rides back to drink agaln With friends at Fiddlers' Green.And so when man and horse go downBeneath a saber keen,Or in a roaring charge or fierce meleeYou 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.
Death could not be reached for a comment, as it was too busy pissing its pants in fear.
God bless and keep you, Sergeant Major. I hope to meet you when I get to Fiddler's Green.-BoarHawg 19D
In peace he finally resides.Of Men he lead us all.On the Green, on the Green for us all.
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