Colonial Campaigns Club (CCC)

By the rude bridge that arched the flood,
Their flag to April's breeze unfurled,
Here once the embattled farmer stood,
And fired the shot heard round the world.

Bluidy rebels.

"Listen, my children, and you shall hear...
For, borne on the night-wind of the Past,
Through all our history, to the last,
In the hour of darkness and peril and need,
The people will waken and listen to hear
The hurrying hoof-beats of that steed,
And the midnight message of Paul Revere."

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

"I love the smell of black powder in the morning! You know, one time we had a hill bombarded for twelve hours, and when it was all over I walked up. We didn't find one of them, not one rebel body. The smell -- you know, that spent powder smell--the whole hill--it smelled like......victory."



Lt. Col. William Kilgore
1st Household Cavalry Division

Whit's that, McAuslan? ye've got a poem ye'd like to recite? Alright, then, staund up straight and let's hear it.

"There once wis a man frae Nantucket......."

That'll do, McAuslan, that'll do.