Artificers are on hand to service the pieces after the long march. At the entrance are several long picket lines for the teams. One can see countless tents and several large buildings in the center. The Green nestles in a large valley spotted with trees and crossed with many cool streams. ![]() But at this point, Field Artillerymen bid farewell to their old comrades of other branches and services, and wheel their teams down the trail to the Green. The road to hell, which lies beyond, is crowded with engineers, infantrymen, cavalrymen and other soldiers, not to mention the droves of sailors and Marines (non-Field Artillery). But unlike the others, artillerymen are met by a road guide at the next turn off the road to Fiddler's Green. Like most crusty old soldiers, they face the call to eternal damnation and pass by the turnoff to heaven. Then, they load their belongings on a caisson or limber, point their lead team down that long road to eternity and move out at a trot. When artillerymen die, their souls are assembled in the battery area and they're regrouped into gun sections. It reads Fiddler's Green Artillerymen Only. A little way down the road to hell, there is a sign pointing to a trail that runs off to the right of the main road. The road's easy to identify: it's the one paved with good intentions. From this same junction, hell is about eight or nine miles straight ahead. Heaven lies about six miles down the dusty road to eternity, and Redlegs get there by turning left at the first crossroad. It is generally conceded, he explains, that the souls of the departed eventually end up in heaven or hell. As the young cannoneers listen intently, he shares with them the legend of Fiddler's Green. A rugged, old chief of section is surprised to learn that all present have not heard of the special destiny of Redlegs. As the campfires dim and the flasks of rum and lemon empty, the conversation turns to life in the hereafter. Nestled in the shadows of the Wichita Mountains is a battery of smooth bore cannon camped for the night. Imagine, if you will, a starry night in southwestern Oklahoma just after the Civil War. The stories are rich with the smell of gunpowder and campfires and flavored with a taste of artillery punch. There are as many tales of the Green as there are old artillerymen. I refer, of course, to Fiddler's Green.ĭown through the ages, all purveyors of the ancient profession of stone hurlers, catapulters, rocketeers and gunners, better known as Field Artillerymen have discussed this special place in the hereafter, where someday each of us will be privileged to roam. In addition to the protection of our Patron Saint during life, we can look forward to our own special heaven after the sounding of Taps. ![]() He will be likely returned to Miami-Dade to deal with the violation charge.We Redlegs are indeed a very privileged group. Sullivan was being held without bail late Tuesday. A close-up of his 2017 mugshot reveals Sullivan's upper left forehead bears a giant bat tattoo with what appears to be a vulgar message directed at The Batman. Pinellas jail records list numerous tattoos, including: brass knuckles, 666 (also known as the 'number of the beast'), a sword, a skull, the devil and the grim reaper. But he had no concealed weapons permit, police said, telling them "it's expensive." When officers spoke to him, Sullivan told them he had a loaded gun in his pocket. He was arrested on in West Kendall according to the Miami Herald, accused by Miami-Dade police of aiming a gun at passing vehicles. Sullivan also now lists a Gulfport address. Petersburg home in the 200 block of Mirror Lake Drive N, according to the Sheriff's Office. But a probation officer did arrest him at a St. Jail records don't say how he violated his probation.
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