3 months ago
“See you matey.”
“All the best.”
It appeared that Sergeant Major Steven Blackwood couldn’t walk more than five yards before another army walla wished him the best of luck. The army had been good to him. For the last twenty-five years it had been his mother, his father and his best friend.
“So, have you got anything planned now that you’re free?” said the corporal who was carrying his bags.
Steve had almost forgotten the little corporal was there, he had been so silent as he marched ...