Son of a Gun

I’ve never been to war or claimed the old kings shilling. Though born and bred to Army life I knew the need for killing. The civi’ kids thought those like me, were gypsies in their town, but quickly found how hard it was to try to knock us down. The discipline we had at home meant nothing could compare, we learn to duck and dive a bit when trouble’s in the air. Never caught, escape, evade, let others take the blame, the lesson learned by everyone who played our army game. Some say it’s tough to move about stability unsure. But you learn to make a killing before others know its war! Security and stable home deprives one of the fun of knowing when to stand and fight or choose the time to run. It doesn’t show to look at us, ……our natures hid away, but lessons learned in growing up forever with us stay. An Army brat, who knew the way to win by any means. Be careful all civilians sprogs things aren’t like what it seems………….. Ivor G Davies