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Sabers through the ReichWorld War II Corps Cavalry from Normandy to the Elbe$

William Stuart Nance

Print publication date: 2017

Print ISBN-13: 9780813169606

Published to Kentucky Scholarship Online: September 2017

DOI: 10.5810/kentucky/9780813169606.001.0001

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Epigraph

Epigraph

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Sabers through the Reich
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William Stuart Nance

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University Press of Kentucky

(p.v) Fiddlers’ 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.

—Traditional American cavalry poem/song. First appeared in print in the Cavalry Journal in 1923, though tradition has it that the words existed long before. (p.vi)