Thursday, December 8, 2011

RIDING THE TRAINS



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




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