The Scouts Creed

"Fiddlers Green"

Halfway down the trail to hell

In a shady meadow green

Are the souls of all dead Scouts camped

Near a good-old time canteen

And this eternal resting place

Is known as Fiddlers Green

Marching past straight to hell

The infantry are seen

Accompanied by the engineers

Artillery and the 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 scout ever gets to hell

Ere he's emptied his canteen

And so he 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 hostels come to get your

scalp,

Just empty your canteen

And put your pistol to your head

And go to Fiddlers' Green

We are proud to say our son is a Cavalry Scout with the 2nd Armored Cavalry Regiment at Fort Polk, LA.

http://www.jrtc-polk.army.mil/2acr.htm

(He liked this one better!!)

(Time to relax??)

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