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Guardians Of Fiddlers Green
Started by Stickjock, Aug 16 2014 12:23 PM
6 replies to this topic
#1
Posted 16 August 2014 - 12:23 PM
The Guardians of Fiddlers Green is just starting up... we trace our lineage back to the early days of Terra and actual Armor Crewman (i.e. membership limited to actual US Army Tankers or our Mechanics)...
Unit is just forming and will update this as we get more information but, if you're a real life Army Tanker hit us up... besides, we're an off-shoot of a non-profit group that supports our fellow veterans...
#2
Posted 17 August 2014 - 11:50 AM
this i like!!! good job on the unit crest!! going to look good on my Mechs.
#3
Posted 17 August 2014 - 03:07 PM
Looks good! Good luck with recruiting and in CW! Check us out at the Grog Corps thread.
#4
Posted 18 August 2014 - 12:50 PM
t Khrist, on 17 August 2014 - 03:07 PM, said:
Looks good! Good luck with recruiting and in CW! Check us out at the Grog Corps thread.
Thanks t Khrist!! Not sure how we'll do, but going to be fun either way it goes...
#5
Posted 11 October 2014 - 07:25 AM
t Khrist, on 17 August 2014 - 03:07 PM, said:
Looks good! Good luck with recruiting and in CW! Check us out at the Grog Corps thread.
Had the favor of dropping with some of the GROG Corp the other day... great run all around!!
#6
Posted 11 October 2014 - 07:50 AM
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.
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.
Edited by Vas79, 11 October 2014 - 07:54 AM.
#7
Posted 12 October 2014 - 09:28 AM
Stickjock, on 11 October 2014 - 07:25 AM, said:
Had the favor of dropping with some of the GROG Corp the other day... great run all around!!
I remember that match. I didn't do the best but nice work on pulling through with the win! I look forward to seeing you guys on the battlefield again!
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