05/25/2026
Memorial Day.
We here at 1330 have a deep family bonds with the military. We want to remember the men and women that made that ultimate sacrifice. They gave their life for the life you still live today.
Don't cry. Don't be sad. Do something they would have loved to do. The things they were thinking of while on deployment, in the field or even durning basic training. BBQ. Drink a beer. Smoke that cigarette.
Most of all remember those calls you got that took with what felt like an eternity for a response. Remember what you talked about with them while you were dug in a hole or sitting on that rack. Do what you talked about.
Remember the person and keep them alive forever in your memories.
Rest easy my friends and family.
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, straight through to Hell
The Infantry are seen.
Accompanied by the Engineers,
Artillery and 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 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.
