Double Hooks
October 12, 1976 - September 1, 2009
The cavalrymen's poem is as follows:
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.
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.
Cheers
Jahra
Jahra, thank you for posting this, and I'm so sorry for you loss. May he rest in peace.
ReplyDeleteI am not sure that I have met DH before, but I believe that I may have been his interviewer for the NYCTF. So, I kept checking this blog as a way to cheer him on.
ReplyDeleteDH knew without even stepping into the classroom what kind of teacher is needed to teach in some of the toughest schools in NYC. I am saddened that a whole generation of children were not able to be touched by him, as I have had through reading this blog.
My condolences to his family and friends.