My old fella was a para,and as he used to say to folk,'if you wern't there when the shit was flying dont make judgements'. If you've never looked down the barrel of your weapon and had to make a split second decision as to whether the bloke approaching you is friendly or enemey,dont make judgements. We fought for ourselves and our mates,for pride and integrity of our regiment,we believed in what we were doing and we gave our all,some paid the ultimate price'.
He was a skinny bloke my old fella,didnt look much,not one of these big macho fuckers. But he wiped the floor with a few who knocked wh