Twas the night before Christmas up in Fiddler’s Green Things were quiet and there were No Cavalry Troopers to be seen I asked the Lord “Where were all the Troopers” and he said to me “A special request had been made and to this I agreed” “A Trooper came up and on bended knees he […]
December 30, 2011
The author is unknown. This was sent to me by Bruce Huffman who has authored several of my posts. The soldier stood and faced God, Which must always come to pass. He hoped his shoes were shining, Just as brightly as his brass. Step forward now, soldier, How shall I deal with you? Have you […]
January 14, 2011
It is said that all Cavalry Soldiers that pass on goes to Fiddler’s Green. An unknown author wrote this: 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, […]
December 6, 2012
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