DragoLord19D
I'm a 27 year old retired 19D (for those that don't know that means I was a US Army Cavalry scout) with a unhealthy love of KiGo.
Also, Drago is really my nickname, I got it after a slight accident in a restaurant in Italy. All I'm going to say is Drinking + Fire + Trying to show off for a HOT Italian chick = BAD THINGS.
Alright Peace, Bitches!
Also, Drago is really my nickname, I got it after a slight accident in a restaurant in Italy. All I'm going to say is Drinking + Fire + Trying to show off for a HOT Italian chick = BAD THINGS.
Alright Peace, Bitches!
FIDDLER'S GREEN
Halfway down the road 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 Fiddler's Green.
Marching past, straight through to hell,
The infantry are seen,
Accompanied by the Engineers,
Artillery and Marine,
For none but the shades of Cavalrymen
Dismount at Fiddler's 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 Fiddler's Green.
And so when man and horse go down
Beneath a saber keen,
Or in a roaring charge or 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 Fiddler's Green.
Halfway down the road 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 Fiddler's Green.
Marching past, straight through to hell,
The infantry are seen,
Accompanied by the Engineers,
Artillery and Marine,
For none but the shades of Cavalrymen
Dismount at Fiddler's 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 Fiddler's Green.
And so when man and horse go down
Beneath a saber keen,
Or in a roaring charge or 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 Fiddler's Green.
- Location
- Ma Treasure Hoard (I ain't tellin' where it's at!)
- Gender
- Male
- Occupation
- Retired Soldier, now Full-time student
Signature
"The Imperium is like a man hanging from a cliff with one arm and without the strength to pull himself back up. He could use his other hand to hold on just a little longer, but he's busy using it to give the finger to all the bastards watching him dangle."
/tg/ on the Imperium of Man
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Ma Stories
Resident Evil: The Possible Files [Resident Evil/Kim Possible],A Soldier comes home [Rule!63 Captain Ameria/Rule 63 Ironman], The Butterfly Effect (Kim Possible/KiGo Oneshot)
/tg/ on the Imperium of Man
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Ma Stories
Resident Evil: The Possible Files [Resident Evil/Kim Possible],A Soldier comes home [Rule!63 Captain Ameria/Rule 63 Ironman], The Butterfly Effect (Kim Possible/KiGo Oneshot)
