Memorial Day (27MAY2013)

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  1. Dented Rick

    Dented Rick Human

    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 go to Fiddlers' Green.

  2. micahrogers

    micahrogers Active Member

    My family has had someone serve in every US war since 1776, up until Desert Shield.

    Only one lost his life.
    I pray for my uncle Darvis Quinn Alford USN MM1 1942 to 1945, MIA and presumed dead in a plane crash somewhere south of Guam Sept 4 1945.

    2 Days after VJ day he went out on a TBM he had worked on , the call came that they were under attack and no wreckage of the aircraft was ever found.

    We will always remember those served.
    "All gave some, some gave all"

    CSTG USN 1983, 1991
  3. zathros

    zathros SENIOR Administrator

    My brother was injured on his second tour of duty in Vietnam, during the TET offensive. Between the agent orange , Cancers, shrapnel still coming out, he isn't doing well at all. May God Bless and keep all those who served, have served, to help protect the world from evil.
  4. Rogerio Silva

    Rogerio Silva Active Member

    Pride and honnor

    My dad served the Brazilian Army, and me, the Navy. Although we did not take part in wars (thanks God!), my dad fought against communist warriors during the Brazilian military regimen (there never was a dictatorship in Brazil, except for Getulio Vargas), and whenever he showed me his scars from the shots he took, it made me shiver.
    He left us in the beginning of December, last year.
    Although we are not part of the UF Forces, we are allies, and Brazil has done its "homework" during WWII, with the Brazilian Expeditionary Force.

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