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PWRR is not the sound tigers make

Last weekend it was a military show, and this was the military band that went with it. PWRR is the Princess of Wales’s Royal Regiment nicknamed The Tigers. Yes, Wales’s. I know it sounds awful. The band was very good, though they didn’t seem all that fierce.

This is where my black and white blog does everyone wrong. They still have those jaunty red coats our boys so loved to pick out in the woods. This just looks a muddle.

Pretty ordinary show, but these themed events are often repetitious. That’s part of the appeal in a way.

Okay. Right. Dead Pool tomorrow. You know what to do.


Comment from Durnedyankee
Time: June 15, 2023, 8:31 pm

But the color works well for the boys who WEREN’T hit you see, as it masks that the chap you hated in second platoon just took one in the chest. Course another hint is now he’s lying down on the job, but you probably more or less expect that of him eh?

Fix bayonets, the colonials rarely stand for that bit.

Comment from Deborah HH
Time: June 16, 2023, 1:36 am

Last month I read a biography of George Washington. There was a particular aspect of historical info that occurred after Cornwallis surrendered at Yorktown that I didn’t remember learning (or knowing. I last studied American history as an 8th grader in 1965/66.)

That prompted me to read another biography about Washington, after which I decided to give up my wasteful habit of reading fiction and instead read only American war history. So now I am reading Rick Atkinson’s “The British Are Coming,” which covers 1775 and 1776.

Those red coats were a bad idea.

Comment from S. Weasel
Time: June 16, 2023, 3:34 pm

I gave up reading fiction years ago. Not on purpose, I just lost the taste for it. I don’t have enough time to read about things that didn’t happen.

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