remembering old friends


Last summer rummaging through my gear getting ready for a backcountry camping trip I came across an old Union Flag (sometimes called a Union Jack) and I threw it in my backpack. When I made camp I decided to fly it and unexpectedly it raised mixed emotions of happiness and melancholy.
 
Last summer rummaging through my gear getting ready for a backcountry camping trip I came across an old Union Flag (sometimes called a Union Jack) and I threw it in my backpack. When I made camp I decided to fly it and unexpectedly it raised mixed emotions of happiness and melancholy.
I don't usually camp beneath flags, but the last time I did I with oppos (mates) in the Royal Marines. So as the Union Flag flew in this picture and I cooked up my field rations I remembered those guys and those days. I especially remembered those oppos no longer with us: Bob Longhorn, Richard Coulter and Ian Beckett. Rest in peace guys — you are not forgotten.

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