We do just fine with M16’s and it would have been a wagon-burner apocalypse (as it should have been)…
If you think a horse knocking down a tee-pee is cool, you should see what a M3 Bradley (Cavalry Fighting Vehicle) does to a mobile home!
[b]GARRYOWEN SIR![/b]
[i]Fiddlers' 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 Fiddlers' 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 Fiddlers' 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 Fiddlers' Green.
And so when man and horse go down beneath a saber keen,
Or in a roaring charge of fierce melee you stop a bullet clean,
When the hostiles come to get your scalp, just empty your canteen,
And put your pistol to your head and go to Fiddlers' Green [/i]