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The Cello Sings Harmony, Pfc Mathew J England, 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)


Pfc Mathew J England, 22,  of Gainesville, MO

died 8 June  in An Najuf Province, Iraq,  from an IED blast.

He was of 3rd Squadron, 3rd Armored Cavalry Regiment

Stand Down, Soldier

Rest in Peace

 

 

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 3rd Armored Cavalry Regiment traces its lineage back to 1845 when it was organized as Mounted riflemen and served in the Mexican-American War. The “Brave Rifles” count William “Buffalo Bill” Cody as one of their Medal Of Honor recipients.

    Currently a US Armored Cavalry Regiment is the most powerful fighting force, for its size, that has ever trod the face of the earth. The 3rd ACR includes nearly 5000 Soldiers and 1800 wheeled and tracked vehicles. 123 Abrams Tanks, 158 Bradley fighting vehicles, 18 155mm Howitzers, 18 120mm mortars, 24 Apache Attack helicopters and 10 Blackhawk lift helicopters.

    That ladies and gentlemen is more scunion than any three third world countries could muster, combined.

    During the Mexican-American War the “Brave Rifles” earned what has become the Regimental Accolade…

    “Brave Rifles Veterans, you have been baptized in fire and blood and have come out steel.

    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’ll stop by to empty my canteen as I pass Fiddler’s Green.

  1. The 3rd Armored Cavalry Regiment traces its lineage back to 1845 when it was organized as Mounted riflemen and served in the Mexican-American War. The “Brave Rifles” count William “Buffalo Bill” Cody as one of their Medal Of Honor recipients.

    Currently a US Armored Cavalry Regiment is the most powerful fighting force, for its size, that has ever trod the face of the earth. The 3rd ACR includes nearly 5000 Soldiers and 1800 wheeled and tracked vehicles. 123 Abrams Tanks, 158 Bradley fighting vehicles, 18 155mm Howitzers, 18 120mm mortars, 24 Apache Attack helicopters and 10 Blackhawk lift helicopters.

    That ladies and gentlemen is more scunion than any three third world countries could muster, combined.

    During the Mexican-American War the “Brave Rifles” earned what has become the Regimental Accolade…

    “Brave Rifles Veterans, you have been baptized in fire and blood and have come out steel.

    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’ll stop by to empty my canteen as I pass Fiddler’s Green.

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