I wasn't, obviously, being far too young and busy studying for something called "O Levels" at King's Cant. All very prestigious and thank you very much. Apologies, btw, to Col. Dewar RGJ, "D'ye think you'd be at home with the boys in the Mess?" I thought about that for a second and replied, stupidly, that I would, at the mighty age of 15. Huh, Vicar's son notwithstanding.
Flash forward 40 years and lo and behold, we're bombing the living heck out of Iran, arming a Kurdish insurgency and, here in Dallas, taking Ma LSP to the hospital for an outpatient visit. All good, and thank God local friendlies are on hand.
So what do you do after the hospital? Make up chicken salad, feed the aged p., then relax on the porch to the sound of thunder.
Your Pal,
LSP
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