The meat of this forum gives great pleasure. Much is outside my ken. Lectures on moral responsibility, chain of command, redress of grievance, 7 Questions. WTF? (My lot had 6Ws â who did what to whom, where, when, why and in what manner,) Rules of engagement that keep QC amused for hours. We had a Yellow Card in the Canal Zone but no one ever worried about it. The Army seems a grey sort of place. Stagging on. Duff meals and accommodation. The cycle of postings and tours. I do not remember it like that. Can anyone here tell of something that gave them great pleasure or satisfaction? A good course result? Seeing someone you have trained finally get it right after countless drills. The sort of thing that still stiffens the grey hairs just above my butt-crack is memory of a Ceremony of the Keys on Casemates, Gibraltar. There were many but we did one for Mountbatten that was just perfect. The shouted answer from the Escort to the question of âWhose keys?â â I can hear it now. There was the day we lay up in ambush under the ME sun waiting for a squaddy who was selling arms and ammunition to locals. He arrived exactly as we had been told, dropped the tailboard on the 15 cwt and got in to sort his illegal load. He came out and we were all over him like blow-flies on cow-shyt. We carted him off, substituted one of ours and then did the same Boo to the buyers when they turned up. Midnight moments, watching the Union flag come down at midnight and the guy with feathers in his hat marching away for the last time. Standing alongside a hole in the ground looking at his wife and kids. Wondering what sort of God demanded that much payment for a small invoice. After many years of criticism for the indignities imposed upon The Queens Uniform, going to meet the Little Lady in that Big House at the end of the Mall when she said not a word about my dress. These are all military moments. I had a good civilian career and no commercial triumph equalled them. We did the high fives and put the platinum cards behind the bar but they were nowhere near the same. So â what has lit your wick? Maybe it was just that bedroom event with the toffee-nosed tart who looked as if butter would not melt in her mouth demanding more of the same please, please, please. If so â writing needs to be up to RTFQ standards!