Old men

Maybe it's an age thing. It's more than twenty years since I left the army. Yet it left an indelible impression. I'd been working my way through the internet, trying to find out what had happened to everyone... and then out of the blue I received an email from Danie.

We’d been in the army together more than twenty years ago. Danie had gone one step further, and had put together a CD of photographs, as well as a diary of his memories that had me laughing out loud for days while I read it.

Even more amazing, he has managed to find over 50 of us. Four of five have died, some live in New Zealand now (traitors), one or two live in the USA (capitalists). The rest? We’re all older, fatter , probably not wiser, and we all remember those days like they were yesterday.

So maybe the time has come for me to write down some of what I remember, before CRAFT disease gets the last of my memory. I’m not even going to try to get the stories in order. I’ll just write them as they filter up through the sludge…

Oh, and the pic has nothing to do with me. I lifted it off the net.