In San Diego I caught up with a friend with whom I worked in the British Army, and who, like me, is now long gone from the soldier’s noble ways (he was a tough infanteer, often with little patience for cavalry mens’ idiosyncrasies and faults, of which I had my fair share–so I’m grateful we remained in touch).
We live in deeds, indeed.
My friend’s teenage son was visiting too. He doesn’t want to join the army, and is studying to be a vet.
A good choice, I’d say–the soldier’s ways aren’t always so noble…