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Originally posted by Ziroc:
Yep! Indeed I will. Kinda bugs me that this holiday has been turned into more of a 'cookout' day that a day to remember our fallen heroes...
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Z-Man, if it takes a cookout then so be it. So I won't mention the one at the VFW, or over to the Fort.
You know, there's a 'grunt' somewhere eating a half cooked, half sand filled MRE, in 120* heat and loving it. He does it so we can enjoy our babyback ribs, beer, and A/C!
If you don't know anybody, or any place to go, you can stop by and spend your moment here:
http://www.militarycity.com/valor/honor.html
Here's an old Cavalry poem, as sung by the 6th and 7th Cav:
Fiddlers' Green
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.