As I was walking to the station yesterday to go to London, I noticed a soldier in front of me walking with a limp. Then he stumbled, and I caught him. It turned out he had a false leg, having left the original in Iraq. He was perhaps 40, and we walked on to the station together.
Before the train arrived he showed me the tattoo on his upper arm, which, as he was a Para, said Airborne. Recently two letters had been added, so it now read Chairborne.
This seemed to me typical of the good humour of so many British soldiers. And the life of this soldier (he did not wish to be named) is also typical, for he, like so many, has made a huge sacrifice to keep us safe.
Our soldiers are gallant in deed.