Andrew Olmsted.

Taps
Halfway down the road 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 Fiddler’s Green.
-Author Unknown
I’ll See you on Fiddler’s Green Sir. Sgt Hook out.
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