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The Cello Sings Harmony, Spc Adam S Hamilton, RIP

 

Kissed by an Angel, Where Violins are the Angels’ Voices,

and the Cello Sings Harmony….

For they swore by the Holy Water,
They swore by the salt they ate,
That the soul of Lieutenant Eshmitt Sahib
Should go to his God in state;
With fifty file of Burman
To open him Heaven’s gate.

(Kipling)

Spc Adam S Hamilton, 22, of Kent OH died May 28, in Haji Ruf, Afghanistan from wounds suffered from an IED.

He was of 4th Squadron, 4th Cavalry Regiment, 1st Brigade Combat Team, 1st Infantry Division

Stand Down, Soldier

Rest in Peace

 

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wN-NIHbfJ1k

 

 

Lord, we ask your blessing today as we gather to pay our respects to another American serviceman. It is our duty and our honor to gather together to honor this fellow American. Give strength to his family in their time of grief. Keep watch over our troops deployed through out the world and also here at home, as well as their families. The price of freedom is a cost borne by few for the benefit of many. Too often, we take for granted the freedoms that we enjoy, and it is at times like this that we realize that freedom is never free. We would also ask your blessing on us as we travel back to our homes, and we thank you, Lord for this day. Amen.

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  1. The 4th Cavalry Regiment is one of the most famous and most decorated regiments in the United States Army. Since its activation in 1855, the 4th Cavalry has continuously served the United States of America in peace and war. The regiment has fought gallantly in the Indian Wars, the Civil War, the Philippine Insurrection, World War II, Vietnam and the Gulf War. In the War on Terrorism all 4th Cavalry active elements have served with distinction in Afghanistan and Iraq. For its wartime service the 4th Cavalry Regiment has been awarded 61 campaign streamers, three Presidential Unit Citations, five Valorous Unit Awards and two awards of the French Croix de Guerre with Silver Star.

    Old friends and brother’s at arms await this young Trooper at Fiddler’s Green…

    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.

    I know a good many Cav Troopers who will be there, resting in the shade. Being an Infantryman I’ll wave as I go by, perhaps having earned a momentary respite and a sip from one of their canteens as I journey onward.

  1. The 4th Cavalry Regiment is one of the most famous and most decorated regiments in the United States Army. Since its activation in 1855, the 4th Cavalry has continuously served the United States of America in peace and war. The regiment has fought gallantly in the Indian Wars, the Civil War, the Philippine Insurrection, World War II, Vietnam and the Gulf War. In the War on Terrorism all 4th Cavalry active elements have served with distinction in Afghanistan and Iraq. For its wartime service the 4th Cavalry Regiment has been awarded 61 campaign streamers, three Presidential Unit Citations, five Valorous Unit Awards and two awards of the French Croix de Guerre with Silver Star.

    Old friends and brother’s at arms await this young Trooper at Fiddler’s Green…

    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.

    I know a good many Cav Troopers who will be there, resting in the shade. Being an Infantryman I’ll wave as I go by, perhaps having earned a momentary respite and a sip from one of their canteens as I journey onward.

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