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Umm.. Where to start. Grenadier Guards, Shot, fell fifty feet and damaged my spine a little.End of my time with the Regiment, But found other work with both government and private companies looking for men with my particular skill-set. Read two or three books a week when home. Speak four languages, self-taught in just about every subject that interests me. Interested in everything but Sport, 'Reality TV' and hearing about 'That weird dream you had last night' Currently looking for some way of earning a crust, preferably from home. OH! I have a pet, a Ferret called Bear. Stephen Fry suggested I get one. He was right; Everything I 'knew' about ferrets was wrong. He sleeps in a basket by my chair, greets me with excitement whenever I come home. No chewing wires, no mess, no smell. Always uses a litter-tray and when not sleeping just wants to play with me. Like having a permanent puppy. :) I thoroughly recommend them as a sure-fire cure for depression.)

The Best Poem Of Gary Drake

Remembrance Day.

The high hall rang with raucous song,
As men drank toast to battles won,
And shedding tears for friends long gone.
The warriors shared their reverie.

Now all their deeds are said and done,
And all their battle-hymns are sung,
On flags and banners gaily hung,
The dust soft-settles silently.

The sharpest of the men arrayed,
Could once recall each man he’d slayed,
Now latticed rust devours the blade,
Of his fast-fading memory.

Now naught remains of Victory’s feast,
But sweet ale dried to bitter yeast,
And bones cast off from sumptuous meats,
Lay strewn amongst the tapestry.

Those men to whom we owe our thanks,
Their call of duty, sacrosanct,
Stood ‘gainst the foe whose serried ranks,
Stretched-seeming to infinity.

These Men-at-arms, These family,
‘Neath Belleau Wood, and Wounded-Knee,
And Arlington’s great cemet’ry,
The warriors wait God’s reveille.

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