If you are on Facebook, look up "Duke the Funeral Horse" for an amazing set of entries on the return of Staff Sergeant Cowdrey.
The picture above reminded me of a song - more specifically, the end of the song "Free and Green" by David Kincaid, which was written about the Irish soldiers during the Civil War (though it is not contemporaneous to the war, but was written far more recently):
Welcome home, Staff Sergeant Cowdrey.
First time I've seen a Patriot Guard Walker, too, I admit.
The picture above reminded me of a song - more specifically, the end of the song "Free and Green" by David Kincaid, which was written about the Irish soldiers during the Civil War (though it is not contemporaneous to the war, but was written far more recently):
Well, we took his body home
And the drums and pipes did drone
And pulled a fine black casket through the streets
We told his grievin' wife
That he loved her more than life
And gave to his young son his father's sword
Now the people, they all dream
Of an Ireland free and green
Where nowhere can be heard the battle-cry
The fighting's gone too long
And it just drags on and on
I'd like to know some peace before I die
Its whiskey in the mornin', whiskey in the night
Another Irish soldier-lad, has fought his final fight
We'll toast him till were drunk Boys, and dowse the candle light
Tell them Captain Taggart is comin' home tonight
Welcome home, Staff Sergeant Cowdrey.
First time I've seen a Patriot Guard Walker, too, I admit.
Now is the time at Castle Argghhh! when we dance: In Memoriam of of a soldier who embodied the traits that cause infantrymen to love medics, Robert "Brian" Cowdrey.
We can't honor them all individually, but through the individual, we honor them all.
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