Memorial Day is to honor those that Military servicemen that died usually in the line of duty. We also honor those Veterans that have died. I had gotten into a discussion about Memorial Day with Old NFO and Mac. We were lamenting the loss of good friends through out our journey, totally understandable. We as Veterans have to deal with loss of good friends that in many cases, left too early while they are still young and we just get older and grapple with the loss and guilt. I had commented that we honor the ones that have crossed over and we will hoist a few in their honor, eventually we will be the ones honored in such a way.
FIDDLER'S GREEN Halfway down the road 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 Fiddler's 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 Fiddler's 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 Fiddler's Green.
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