I took one of my soldiers, PFC CARTER, home. Since he was considered freight, I never had to go through the standard bullshit. After he was put on the plane,I was checked by security down below the terminal(where all the baggage is sent for loading) in private before they let me upstairs to board. EDIT:spelling
TSA Seattle could have done this in a more respectful manner. The military could have arranged it better as well since new security parameters have been in place since 9/11
PFC Carter, one day I will meet up with you at 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 Fiddler’s Green.
Marching past, straight through to hell,
The infantry are seen,
Accompanied by the Engineers,
Artillery and Marine,
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 or fierce melee
You stop a bullet clean,
And the hostiles come to get your scalp,
Just empty your canteen,
And put your pistol to your head
And go to Fiddlers' Green.