Old Soldiers

Old soldiers never Dies A neighbour of mine used to be a sergeant in the army, in his living room, he had a picture of himself, in full uniform that had many medal and ribbons on. He served in many countries, Singapore and Germany, I think he was the head of the motor pool; then the army let him go it has no place for old men, and his pension was a disgrace. Once he repaired my car, barking orders of what screwdriver he wanted, shook his over my incompetence. It was a day in October when the weather was hanging about like a soldier who has not got his order; he went to bed for his afternoon nap, when his wife brought him tea and biscuits at five, he had gone to a military parade in the sky.