Brave StroganoffBob,
thou heart of Moorland’s throng
With Skirmishers bold,
through fog and fray we roamed.
Where Skirmishers did tread o’er mist-clad, hallow’d ground,
In laughter’s glow and tales by firelight long,
In battles fierce and mirthful nights,
our joy was found.
Our cherished past, in memory’s keep
is homed.

Return to us, b̶̨͈̺̉̎͌͛̀͆̄r̷̫͚̘̠̤̪̜̜͂̓o̶̟̙̭̙̅̂́ţ̶̭̪̯͚̥̻̫̤̉̍́ͅh̶̳̺̀ͅe̸̤̦̩͚͂̀̕͝ŗ̶̭̭͕̤̟̫̹͌̑̓́̃

Thanks m80

Is that flowery I see?! Congrats Brotha!

Great men are those who can subdue both good luck and fortune.