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I'm a hussar, I'm a Hun, I'm a wretched Englishman
Routing Bonaparte at Waterloo
I'm a dragoon on a dun, I'm a Cossack on the run
I'm a horse soldier, timeless, through and through
I'm a horse soldier, eternal, through and through
I's with Custer and the 7th in 76 or 77
Scalped at Little Big Horn by the Sioux
And the tears and devistation of a once proud warrior nation
This I know cause I was riding with them too
I drank mare's blood on the run when I rode with the Great Khan
On the frozen Mongol steppe while at his height
I's a White Guard, I's a Red Guard, I's the Tsar's own palace horse guard
When Romanov was murdered in the night
I knew Salah al-Din and rode his swift Arabians
Harassing doomed crusaders on their heavy drafts
And yet I rode the Percheron against the circling Saracen
And once again against myself was cast
Well I've worn the Mounties crimson, if you're silent and you listen
You'll know that it was with them that I stood
When Mayerthorpe, she cried, as her four horsemen died
Gunned down in scarlet, coldest blood
I's the firstest with the mostest when I fought for Bedford Forrest
Suffered General Wilson's Union raid
Mine was not to reason why, mine was but to do or die
At Crimea with the charging light brigade
On hire from Swiss or Sweden, be me Christian, be me heathen
The devil to the sabre I shall put
With a crack flanking maneuver, I'm an uhlan alles uber
Striking terror into regiment afoot
I knew my days were numbered when oer the trenches lumbered
More modern machinations de la guerre
No match for rapid fire or the steel birds of the sky
With a final rear guard action I retreat
No match for barbered wire or the armoured engines' whine
Reluctant I retire and take my leave
Today I ride with special forces on those wily Afghan horses
Dostums Northern Alliance give their thanks
No matter defeat or victory, in battle it occurs to me
That we may see a swelling in our ranks
Is with the Aussies at Beersheba took the wells so badly needed
And with the Polish lancers charging German tanks
Saw Ross' mount shot down at Washingtown the night we burned the White House down
And cursed the sack of York and sons of Yanks
Corb Lund - "Horse Soldier, Horse Soldier"
THank you! (Also...I MOVED 2000 MILES)
Thank you for the birthday wishes, everyone. Thirty-seven trips around the sun now. I will be getting to all of your comments as soon as I can to thank you and also to catch up with everyone.
So, something a little wild happened after my last journal when I said I was back. I moved. I moved two thousand miles to the opposite coast of the continent. I live in New York now in the Finger Lakes region. It is my paradise. I'm in the middle of nowhere and sit on acres upon acres of forest. Internet is...temperamental at best and nonexistent at most. I'm almost entirely off grid and everything here in the woods is trying to kill me. Including the p
because I can't stop
So I'm back and I have a serious question. Do you consider screenshot photography to be an art? I ask because in what little time I have off, I frequently devote to killing dragons, taking down super mutants, farming 16-bit vegetables and what not. Annnnndddddddd screencapping the heck out of it because, apparently, I'm incapable of even relaxing without taking photographs of it.
It's become yet another passion of mine and I'm distressed to find that I can't find a suitable category for something like it here.
No, it doesn't have F-stops or ISOs or the like, but I've still had to learn to use a distinct set of tools to work within the confi
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10828 messages? Hahahahahahaha. No. I'm not going through all of them. I love you guys, but no. No can do. That said, how are all of you?!
I'm BACCCKKKKKK...you poor poor souls.
So I took a year off. First the surgery, then I got slammed with a lot of work, became burnt out, then took a turn for the worst in a battle with severe major depressive disorder, fought against my own brain for the entirety of the fall (the closest by far I've ever come to taking my own life), had another surgery, returned to work and today have returned to dA.
I know. I've missed out on more than I can ever truly catch up on. Like a lot of people I tend to shut doors and wall myself in when I'm not doing well and I need strangers to save my life because I won't listen to the wisdom of my closest confidantes. Maybe it was because deviantART
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