Last Quarter Libations: Gonar's Drink of the Month
Gentle Drinkers:
We shall get them high on the beaches. We shall get them high on the landing grounds. We shall get them high in the fields, and in the streets. We shall get them high in the hills. We shall never surrender.
Even the mightiest are subdued by our unit
This moon's drink of the month needs no introduction or explanation, but I would like to quote from the story of Beowulf, one of the bravest warriors I've ever fought alongside not to mention one hell of a nice guy.
"Heroic Beowulf and his band of men
crossed the wide strand,
striding along the sandy foreshore;
the sun shone, the world's candle warmed them from the south
as they hastened to where, as they had heard,
the young king, Ongentheow's killer
and his people's protector, was dispensing rings
inside his bawn. Beowulf's return
was reported to Hygelac as soon as possible,
news that the captain was now in the enclosure,
his battle-brother back from the fray
alive and well, walking in the hall.
Room was quickly made, on the king's orders,
and the troops filed across the cleared floor.
"After Hygelac had offered greetings
to his loyal thane in lofty speech,
he and his kinsman, that thale survivor,
sat face to face. Haereth's daughter
moved about with the mead-jug in her hand,
taking care of the company, filling the cups
that warriors held out. Then Hygelac began
to put courteous questions to his old comrade
in the high hall. He hankered to know
every tale the Sea-Geats had to tell."
Until next month, Hail Stingray!
Gonar
I presume that you will forgive my lack of punctuality this month - fear not, you have not been forgotten - but with the tragic passing of the Defensemaster, I have been a little preoccupied, so to speak. The Xarlons have been fueled with reckless exuberance after the news that the mighty Defensemaster had fallen, but we shall prevail, whatever the cost may be. Among the highest priorities for myself and my wingman, Lefty Lucy, are to recover the remains of the great Defensemaster. In these desperate times we shall use desperate measures, and see fit to deploy our elite and highly classified Pot-Smoking Division, Ninety-Seven Foxtrot.
Soldiers of the 97F in Action
Soldiers of the 97F in ActionWe shall get them high on the beaches. We shall get them high on the landing grounds. We shall get them high in the fields, and in the streets. We shall get them high in the hills. We shall never surrender.
Even the mightiest are subdued by our unitThis moon's drink of the month needs no introduction or explanation, but I would like to quote from the story of Beowulf, one of the bravest warriors I've ever fought alongside not to mention one hell of a nice guy.
"Heroic Beowulf and his band of men
crossed the wide strand,
striding along the sandy foreshore;
the sun shone, the world's candle warmed them from the south
as they hastened to where, as they had heard,
the young king, Ongentheow's killer
and his people's protector, was dispensing rings
inside his bawn. Beowulf's return
was reported to Hygelac as soon as possible,
news that the captain was now in the enclosure,
his battle-brother back from the fray
alive and well, walking in the hall.
Room was quickly made, on the king's orders,
and the troops filed across the cleared floor.
"After Hygelac had offered greetings
to his loyal thane in lofty speech,
he and his kinsman, that thale survivor,
sat face to face. Haereth's daughter
moved about with the mead-jug in her hand,
taking care of the company, filling the cups
that warriors held out. Then Hygelac began
to put courteous questions to his old comrade
in the high hall. He hankered to know
every tale the Sea-Geats had to tell."
Until next month, Hail Stingray!
Gonar
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