pomp and circumstance
Despite my failing memory, I seem to have a knack for remembering dates. Today, I just noticed, happens to be the 8th anniversary of my ORD. How can I forget? That’s the day I got out of jail. That’s the day of pomp and joy!
Time flies, non? It’s been more than ten freaking years since I enlisted in NS as a pure and innocent scrawny young man.
Like virgin, they said.
Much has changed since. Years of abject suffering and untold hardship have roughened the body and toughened the soul. Le temps détruit tout - time destroys all. The young man that was is no longer recognisable. He no longer exists in this cruel world. He is a victim of circumstance. All that’s left today is this pure and innocent scrawny old fart.
Like old virgin, they say.
Ha!
Time flies, non? It’s been more than ten freaking years since I enlisted in NS as a pure and innocent scrawny young man.
Like virgin, they said.
Much has changed since. Years of abject suffering and untold hardship have roughened the body and toughened the soul. Le temps détruit tout - time destroys all. The young man that was is no longer recognisable. He no longer exists in this cruel world. He is a victim of circumstance. All that’s left today is this pure and innocent scrawny old fart.
Like old virgin, they say.
Ha!
Direct URL of this post
0 Comments:
Post a Comment
<< Home