Fiddler's Green

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Comment by Vearl Hughes on November 26, 2009 at 11:07am

Not sure if anyone remenbers Lonnie Lowrey. He served at the "Rock" from 62-64. He was in 1st Platoon, D. Troop. Lonnie passed away several years ago in his hometown of Sayre, Oklahoma.
Lonnie and I met in Okla. City, Okla. when we were there to process into the army. We decided to join up in the buddy plan. We went thru Basic and AIT together and went to Germany together. In early 64, he transferred to Ft. Hood, Texas where he pulled duty until he was discharged in 1965.
I only saw him on a couple of times since then.
He was a good buddy and a good friend.

Comment by Bill Randolph on October 15, 2009 at 7:43pm

Just read your comments below about LT, he was a great LT and Cav to the core. May he rest in peace and we'll all meet you again at the Fiddler's Green

Comment by David Zawicki on August 29, 2009 at 9:41pm

I had to read the story a number of times before I realized that it was in fact the Robert Wottlin who I served with in Echo Troop that died tragically on 1 Sep 2008. He served the Regiment during the 1980's in Echo Troop as a Platoon Leader, then was the SBO, left the Regiment for the Advance Course, then returned to the Regiment and was the RBO and E Troop Commander. RIP Disco Bob"........

Comment by David Zawicki on August 29, 2009 at 9:33pm

Comment by Dave Gettman on July 5, 2009 at 3:44am

SECOND TO NONE!

Comment by Will Andrus on July 4, 2009 at 3:56pm

Always Ready !!!

Comment by Tommy E. Nester on July 4, 2009 at 2:57pm

Today we celebrate our independence and let us not forget those we left behind in her defense.

Comment by Dave Gettman on April 9, 2009 at 10:58am

OUR HITCH IN HELL

I’m sitting here and thinking of the things I left behind
And I have to put on paper what is running through my mind
We’ve dug a million ditches and cleared ten miles of ground
A meaner place this side of hell is waiting to be found
But there’s one small consolation…gather closely while I tell
When we die we’ll go to Heaven, for we’ve done our hitch in hell.

We’ve built a hundred kitchens for the cook’s who stew our beans
We’ve stood a million guard mounts and we’ve never acted mean
We’ve washed a million mess kits and peeled a million spuds
We’ve rolled a million blank rolls and washed the Captain’s duds

The number of parades we’ve stood is very hard to tell
But we’ll not parade in Heaven, for we’ve done our hitch in hell

We’ve killed a million rats and bugs that crawled out of our eats
We’ve pulled a million centipedes from our dirty sheets
We’ve marched a million miles and we’ve made a million camps
The grub we’ve had to eat at times has given us the cramps
But when our work on earth is done, our friends behind will tell
“They surely went to Heaven, for they did their hitch in hell”

When final Taps is sounded and we’ve laid aside life’s cares
We’ll do our last parade upon those shining Golden Stairs
The Angels all will welcome us and harps will start to play
We’ll draw a million canteen checks and spend them all one day
The Great Commanding General will smile on us and tell
“Take a front seat, Soldiers, you’ve done your hitch in hell”

By Pfc. Paul Adamek
99th Cavalry Reconnaissance Troop, WW II

Comment by Jason Hastings on April 8, 2009 at 10:38pm

THE FINAL INSPECTION

The soldier stood and faced God,
Which must always come to pass.
He hoped his shoes were shining,
Just as brightly as his brass.

"Step forward now, you soldier,
How shall I deal with you?
Have you always turned the other cheek?
To My Church have you been true?"

The soldier squared his shoulders and said,
"No, Lord, I guess I ain't.
Because those of us who carry guns,
Can't always be a saint.

I've had to work most Sundays,
And at times my talk was tough.
And sometimes I've been violent,
Because the world is awfully rough.

But, I never took a penny,
That wasn't mine to keep...
Though I worked a lot of overtime,
When the bills got just too steep.

And I never passed a cry for help,
Though at times I shook with fear.
And sometimes, God, forgive me,
I've wept unmanly tears.

I know I don't deserve a place,
Among the people here.
They never wanted me around,
Except to calm their fears.

If you've a place for me here, Lord,
It needn't be so grand.
I never expected or had too much,
But if you don't, I'll understand."

There was a silence all around the throne,
Where the saints had often trod.
As the soldier waited quietly,
For the judgment of his God.

"Step forward now, you soldier,
You've borne your burdens well.
Walk peacefully on Heaven's streets,
You've done your time in Hell."

~Author Unknown~

Comment by MAC on February 15, 2009 at 4:06am

SPC4 SPENCER J. REEDER, SCOUT A TROOP 1/2ACR DIED OF NON COMBAT RELATED INJURIES
ALASKA 1988
YOUR TURN TO BUY DRINKS AT FIDDLERS GREEN

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