The red beret.

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The red beret.

Regimental pride.

O, green berets are all right I suppose.
for bending over and touching your toes,
for playing games and joining in,
for mouthing off and making a din.

For playing at war on practice grounds,
Huffing and puffing and making sounds,
Practicing and getting things right,
Making sure its all right on the night.

Methodical correct and just like that,
this goes there and that is that,
waiting cautiously at the back,
bringing clarity to this attack.

Alas there’s a breed of men I know,
who frown on practice they just know,
they learned it quickly, took it in.
when war comes Im calling them in.

They jump in planes and off they go,
where and when it matters no,
any place on earth will do,
not much fuss and less ado.

The Red Beret they proudly wear,
a little rough and prone to swear,
how to die, they know the score,
asking none for no favour.

The worlds best warriors they surely are,
fighting wars near and far.
It was an honour to this day,
To have worn the Red Beret. JB. A coy 3 para.
©2003