On Sunday, 12 October 2014, my fellow Cavalry Trooper, candidate buddy, roommate of two years, and friend Michael Dickinson took his own life.
I am still trying to process this situation, and it pains me that I'm so far away from my fellow Cavalry Troopers at this time. I ask that all who read this please keep Michael's parents, friends and family in your prayers as we all grieve during this dark time.
In memoriam, a traditional Cavalry poem, 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 Fiddler's 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 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 on a roaring charge of fierce melee
You stop a bullet clean,
And hostiles come to get your scalp
Just empty your canteen,
And put your pistol to your head
And go to Fiddler's Green.