I have been negligent in my duties as Op-For’s Artilleryman in Residence, specifically in failing to wish all red-legs prompt greetings on 4 December, St Barbara’s Day. We frequently take comfort in knowing that we artillerymen lend a certain grace and refinement to what would otherwise be an unseemly brawl. It is more comforting to know that we have a extra measure of divine protection as well.
This is why I love being Catholic…
We have a saint for EVERYTHING.
What’s so graceful and refined about “Grab string, pull”?
Esoteric knowledge, Lightning, i.e. granted only to a chosen few.
she’s a likable enough gal i suppose.
btw, St George calls her “Babs”… (she knows why..)
And the Infantry toast is:
Gentlemen … to the Infantry
Infantry lends a dash of vulgarity to what would otherwise be a very stuffy affair.
The infantry’s color is baby blue and their patron saint is named Maurice. I think they should hide their cords!