Aaaarrrgghh!
Hoisted on my own petard!
Those who hang at the S&P Rusty Junk Yard will recognise my safety sandals, sans hobnails!
Working on the principle that max exposure to injury results in max care of the tootsies, I am seldom seen from May to Oct in anything else as I hate boots! Funny, the army has issued me some 34.5 pair over the years!
Carrying the "Instructor-in-Gunnery (hence the red band around the service cap) rear echelon fatso wallah sent forward to pester the boys at the front in Italy" bit to its most ludicrous extreme means wearing nice cool
sandals made by a local sandalatadoria in Sicilia. Thats my story and I'm sticking to it!
Thanks for all the kind wishes. I will happily present myself at a west end or south end pub for suitable libations
(hey, if I'm buyin' I get to pick the venue
)
As Rob C noted, hell has indeed frozen over... it is an Rear Admiral who will present the promotion to this 'died' in the wool army guy tomorrow! I can actually afford the beer as it is backdated to 21 July!
For planning purposes I dep on duty on 16 Oct and won't be back until after Christmas. I'll be teaching african military officers tactics in the snow in Nova Scotia to get ready for a stint of similar duty in Africa next year (only in Canada!:idea: ). Anyway, I'll still be online as it were, so youse ain't got rid of me yet!:dh:
Cheers! Major Mike (no, I don't have my eye on an island in the Indian Ocean...
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