True Story.

In the early 1980's I was living in Whitstable Kent, and travelling back to South Wales about every 8 or 9 weeks.

Down to Ystrad Mynach, Sat' night into the Labour Club for a pint or five. There were a number of squaddies ( Welsh Gaurds )in the bar, off on the trooper to the Falklands on Monday - Embarcation leave.

Good night, beer flowing well, "Give then Argies' one for us" etc.

8 Weeks latter. No squaddies, but a Jar on the Bar, collecting for the dead, the dying and the maimed aboard the "Sir Gallahad".
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"Dulce et dulcormam est,
Pro Patria Morie."

or were Kipling's words more appropriate ?

It's make way for Mr Aitkin,
When the trooper's on the tide.

Gareth