When we were growing up, and even up until now, the fear of soldiers was the beginning of wisdom. You dare not cross their path.
If you have ever seen a soldier beating a “bloody civilian,” when next you see someone in a green khaki, you will not wait to confirm if the fellow is a member of Man ‘O’ War, Neighbourhood Watch, Boys Scout or a corps member before you will take to your heels.
There was a retired soldier in my hometown in those days. He had a shop….
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