Christmas Dinner settling nicely
In a near post prandial state
At a time of serious reflection
On this special annual date,
Thinking of Old Comrades,
Fewer and fewer as years pass,
Everyone remembered fondly
To everyone a raised glass,
Recalling times of excess,
Drunken near death escapades
Young and foolish and immortal
A bunch of serving renegades
Somehow never being caught
Somehow coming through alive,
At the age of eighty wondering
How on earth did we to survive.
To those days at the Regiment,
A place of remembered joy,
Where a callow country joskin
Turned to man from just a boy.
