Hey, guys...there's been many a parade, with and without Royalty, when these knees peered out just below the Ordinary Campbell tartan kilt!
(Snicker, aside...what would berets know about kilts anyway?)
At least the "hieland laddies" still are mandated to close with, destroy and contain the enemy.
Not like certain Recce types who, from 25 km away, "Reach out and Touch Someone".
Stand easy, Warrant Officer, it's TGIF! Speaking of which, I guess you might be doing TGIF in St Andrews Mess, or does Armour have their own Mess?
No luck on your house hunting trip? Try the good ol' boys in Oromocto!