Thursday, December 8, 2011
A retired British officer was taking the trains on a trip. Around noon it was time to go down to the club car and have a brandy. In the club car he encounters another gentleman obviously just like himself; tweed jacket with leather elbow patches, regimental tie, handlebar moustache. They exchange curt nods, and our man introduces himself:
"Brigadier, retired. Coldstream Guard. Married. Three sons. Lawyers."
The other gentleman gives a prefunctory frown beneath his regimental moustache:
"Brigadier, retired. Royal Green Jackets. Married. Three sons . . . DOCTORS."
At the far end of the club car there is a third gentleman sitting by himself. Same thing; tweed jacket with leather elbow patches, regimental tie, etcetera, etcetera. The two retired officers look his way with arched eyebrows.
"Sergeant Major, retired. 22 SAS Regiment. Never married. Three sons . . .
. . . BRIGADIERS."
- STORMBRINGER SENDS
Posted by STORMBRINGER at 02:16