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            <title>Fiddler&apos;s Green</title>
            <description><![CDATA[I got an email today that you need no details from - but it had a line in it that surprised me.

It shouldn't have, really, but it did: &quot;I have no clue what &quot;Fiddler's Green&quot; is but I hope it exists.&quot; 

Fiddler's Green is a wide space on the road to hell, where there is a pub of endless capacity, where there is mirth everlasting, beer ever-flowing, good eats, dancers who never tire - and, most importantly, our brothers and sisters in arms, whether they fell in battle or to the ravages of fate and entropy.

Sailors know it, the Cavalry used to claim it exclusively, but, it's a far more egalitarian place now than back in the day.&nbsp; It has to be, with the logistics guys and gals dying alongside their combat arms bretheren in this war we fight.&nbsp; I suspect you'll see Ernie Pyle there. And Ernie Hemingway.&nbsp; Joe Galloway will show up to down brews with Rick Rescorla, when Joe's skein runs out.&nbsp;&nbsp; 

Across the wide spot in the road-that-nevers-sees-vehicular traffic is Piddler's Green, where our furry friends, war-buddies or not,&nbsp;await our reunions.&nbsp; They, of course, have free run of Fiddler's Green, too, and can cross the road at will, without risk.

There are those who believe it&nbsp;originally was&nbsp;a construct of pirates, representative of a Heaven they otherwise will be barred access to.

Whatever.&nbsp; 

It exists.&nbsp; It exists because we believe it exists.&nbsp; As a place in our hearts.&nbsp; Just as those who have passed from us are not really gone unless we forget them.


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.

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.
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There is one among us who today is feeling some pain, and gave me some advice.

People die.

Shit.

So, when you look into your new grandson's eyes, cherish the moment. Life is good and a gift from God.

Now is the time at Castle Argghhh! when we dance for the friends of a friend: In Memoriam&nbsp;]]></description>
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            <title>Comment from Dennis on 2009-04-06</title>
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                <![CDATA[&nbsp;Lots of good stuff came to&nbsp; the military from the Irish. Nothing wrong with re-using.......&nbsp;<br />
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From: <a href="http://www.thebards.net/music/lyrics/Fiddlers_Green.shtml" rel="nofollow"><a href="http://www.thebards.net/music/lyrics/Fiddlers_Green.shtml" rel="nofollow">http://www.thebards.net/music/lyrics/Fiddlers_Green.shtml</a></a><br />
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Fiddler's Green<br />
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words and music John Conolly<br />
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As I roved by the dockside one evening so fair<br />
To view the salt waters and take in the salt air<br />
I heard an old fisherman singing a song<br />
Oh, take me away boys me time is not long<br />
<br />
Wrap me up in me oilskin and blankets<br />
No more on the docks I'll be seen<br />
Just tell me old shipmates, I'm taking a trip mates<br />
And I'll see you someday on Fiddlers Green<br />
<br />
Now Fiddler's Green is a place I've heard tell<br />
Where the fishermen go if they don't go to hell<br />
Where the weather is fair and the dolphins do play<br />
And the cold coast of Greenland is far, far away<br />
<br />
Now when you're in dock and the long trip is through<br />
There's pubs and there's clubs and there's lassies there too<br />
And the girls are all pretty and the beer is all free<br />
And there's bottles of rum growing on every tree.<br />
<br />
Where the skies are all clear and there's never a gail<br />
And the fish jump on board with one swish on their tail<br />
Where you lie at your leisure, there's no work to do<br />
And the skipper's below making tea for the crew<br />
<br />
Now I don't want a harp nor a halo, not me<br />
Just give me a breeze and a good rolling sea<br />
I'll play me old squeeze-box as we sail along<br />
With the wind in the riggin to sing me a song<br />
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KEY D<br />
<br />
verse:<br />
C F G G<br />
G F C G<br />
F G C<br />
C F C G7<br />
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chorus:<br />
C G C<br />
F G<br />
F<br />
C<br />
C F G C <br />
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            <pubDate>Mon, 06 Apr 2009 10:01:58 -0600</pubDate>
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            <title>Comment from BillT on 2009-04-06</title>
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                <![CDATA[Heads' up, 162d FG Det -- friendlies inbound!<br />]]>
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            <pubDate>Mon, 06 Apr 2009 06:13:25 -0600</pubDate>
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            <title>Comment from Lisa on 2009-04-05</title>
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                <![CDATA[may they be reborn again in joy-----<br />]]>
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            <pubDate>Sun, 05 Apr 2009 19:56:52 -0600</pubDate>
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            <title>Comment from JimC on 2009-04-05</title>
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                <![CDATA[Fiddler's Green &nbsp;I think is an Irish fisherman's concept that was purloined by the U.S. Cavalry just like Garry Owen.&nbsp; If you love the cavalry take a look at this:<br />
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<a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=N1V3JW4HeBs" rel="nofollow">http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=N1V3JW4HeBs</a><br />]]>
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            <pubDate>Sun, 05 Apr 2009 18:34:37 -0600</pubDate>
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            <title>Comment from Alan Briley, RN on 2009-04-05</title>
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                We dance, we drink, we salute!
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            <pubDate>Sun, 05 Apr 2009 18:29:18 -0600</pubDate>
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            <title>Comment from htom on 2009-04-05</title>
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                <![CDATA[&quot;Unmet friends, absent friends.&quot; <br />]]>
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            <pubDate>Sun, 05 Apr 2009 15:17:31 -0600</pubDate>
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            <title>Comment from AFSister on 2009-04-05</title>
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                We dance.
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