Tomorrow will
be A Christmas Story, but not for the children.
For today a
memory of Christmas and Boxing Day exactly sixty years ago when I was locked behind
bars at Her Majesty's Pleasure with an armed guard.
At least I had
a room to myself, meals brought in, a radio and peace and quiet. I was on command duty, one of the few sober
men between the Soviet Third Shock Army and the North Sea. I skived for my Queen and Country.
This is
dedicated to the Euro Army to come and Frau Merkel's Prussian Hussars. There are slight amendments to the original,
if only for decency. The picture above
is The Good Soldier Schweik (book by Jaroslav Hasek) a role model for life.
We are the
Euro Army,
No blooming
use are we,
The only time
you'll see us,
Is when we're
on the spree.
But when we
parade and run away,
We'll shout
with all our might,
Per ardua ad
astra,
Blow you Jack,
I'm alright.
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