Get yer hair cut

Not very often I get a mourner fling their arms round me and kiss me, but it happened yesterday. I suddenly realised it was my ex RSMs wife from my old Regiment. She had come all the way from Germany for a Funeral, and I hadn't seen her in a decade. It brought back memories of the RSM trying to get the Band to do Guard Duty, and us thinking of every excuse under the sun to get out of them. He always managed to win though. The worse stint was the 4am to 6am duty (2 on 2 off throughout the night, then straight to work the next day) especially in the winter time. Your body was saying it should be in it's deepest sleep, and yet there you are in minus 10 conditions patrolling an airfield or ammo dump. I wouldn't have missed it for the world though as it was some of the best years of my life.