Dad Army

Dad´s Army On the Milky Way a black cloud appeared, not dark as the night, but as a whole year of winter nights put together and blended with stygian thoughts of a suicidal dictator. Then slowly the cloud began to dissipate, became whispery as Fidel Castro´s beard. …And there, on blue silk, a new born star, unexciting at first but it grew stronger by the galaxy minute- which last a bit longer than on earth-, till it one day sparkled with pride especially around Christmas. The moment a new star is born an old star lights up, like northern light, for so to fall into perpetuity, and I shall not see my old friend Clive Dunn again.