Long time ago on a Saturday morning,I pinned on my shoulders,the stars shining,I wore the lanyard of tradition,the beret of duty,without any inhibitions. I knew no rights or wrongs,just fulfilled a dream I longed.I had no biases to colour me ,Only the tricolours fluttering along. 10 yrs, 20, 30 ?? What do you choose? ,Continue reading “The Short Service Officer (An ode)”