A tale I have from my childhood is being chosen to hold the flag at church one Sunday it was a great honour and I was so excited. My mum carefully washed and ironed my uniform and carefully stitched all my well earnt badges to my uniform and beret ready for the parade which meant me carrying this flag in a holder at the front of the parade for over a mile, with the streets lined with people, I could not help but notice the people staring at me in total ore I concluded..... Not so much it turned out at the very end of the day not only was my beret on backwards but the badge had been stictched on the back too. Talk about my crowning glory, it took weeks to recover!!!!
by Royal Tee » Sat, 06 Oct 2007 17:46:00 GMT 
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