So it's like this. A guy who was always a riot on the boards and a valuable member of an agency that had just gotten the kick it needed retired recently. Although I can't say for sure what the conditions surrounding this particular event were, I can absolutely say that there's a lot of us who are lighting oars on fire in the hopes he'll come back and who want to say a heartfelt 'thanks for everything you did to keep it fun because it always worked ' if he chooses not to.
We, the undersigned;
The Mem Sahib
Some guy wearing a merkin
Some guy with a fanny pack
John Q. Publik
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 Fiddler's Green.
Marching past, straight through to hell,
The infantry are seen,
Accompanied by the Engineers,
Artillery and Marine,
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 or 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.