Neal Hebert wrote:
Break out the violin, I belive that calls for a song!
Really?! My it's always so wonderful to actually be asked! How fortunate I just happen to have my violin handy - right on the chair beside me actually. Hand me my violin won't you Errol.
Get back here with that! Thank you.
Ah hum... in honor of the Yanks who didn't run fast enough I dedicate this song.

Hark! Was it the night wind that rustled the leaves,
Was it moonlight so wondrously flashing?
It looks like a rifle -- "Ah! Mary, good-bye!"
And the lifeblood is ebbing and splashing.
All quiet along the Potomac tonight,
No sound save the rush of the river;
While soft falls the dew on the face of the dead -
The picket's off duty forever.
"All quiet along the Potomac tonight!"