Discussion in 'Caption This!' started by ami, Oct 12, 2018 at 7:34 AM.
"Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks, but bears it out even to the edge of doom..." - Shakespeare Sonnet 116
Don't worry my lady i will protect you from the Rebs and creepy white vans a like.
I like my stripes but yours are way better
Unclasp your hands, Sir.
nobody look at the love birds
Oh, the moonlight's fair tonight along the Wabash,
From the fields there comes the breath of newmown hay.
Through the sycamores the candle lights are gleaming,
On the banks of the Wabash, far away.
Many years have passed since I strolled by the river,
Arm in arm, with sweetheart Mary by my side,
It was there I tried to tell her that I loved her,
It was there I begged of her to be my bride.
Long years have passed since I strolled thro' the churchyard.
She's sleeping there, my angel, Mary dear,
I loved her, but she thought I didn't mean it,
Still I'd give my future were she only here.
State song of Indiana: On the Banks of the Wabash, Far Away
Nope, I am not looking at them....just holding my rifle....not looking
Sweetie, I don't think this is the right time to ask your father for your hand.
Joe, What do you mean you volunteered to lead the charge . You have gone plum crazy since you got that extra stripe
Mustached soldier holding rifle " "I wish those two would get a room. The whole camp heard them last night in that tent"
Charles, I heard that they call your unit the Rotund Regiment.
Reb with rifle's thinking
"Now what do I do! I poisoned the Yankee's coffee and then she has to show up! I ain't into killing no women!"
Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day?
Thou art more lovely and more temperate:
Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May,
And summer’s lease hath all too short a date;
Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines,
And often is his gold complexion dimm'd;
And every fair from fair sometime declines,
By chance or nature’s changing course untrimm'd;
But thy eternal summer shall not fade,
Nor lose possession of that fair thou ow’st;
Nor shall death brag thou wander’st in his shade,
When in eternal lines to time thou grow’st:
So long as men can breathe or eyes can see,
So long lives this, and this gives life to thee.
"Don't look up but there is a pink Star Wars surveillance drone over your head...it must have followed us from the sci-ficon"
Just wait until they find out there is a camera in that bird house.
Love is deaf, dumb, AND blind!
"... and I like slow walks on the beach...puppy dogs...unicorns...warm fuzzy blankets...blah blah blah..."
"We are so compatible, Corporal"
No dear, we will not be painting the parlor that color!
Featuring overfed military men in not-necessarily-authentic uniforms, as contrasted with the lovely @grace's well-done dress!
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