Marching

I blame my mother - and now I come to think of it my father as well - I guess he is equally responsible for my genes. Anyway one of my legs is shorter than the other - or maybe the other one is longer - well whatever it is it means I can't march for shit. That's my excuse anyway - maybe I just have no sense of rhythmn.

How hard can it be to put one foot in front of the other?

In fact it's not putting one foot in front of the other that's difficult it's just doing it at the same time as everyone else. And this is before you start to complicate things by changing directions or having to do anything complicated with your arms like salute someone.

I just thank my lucky stars I don't have to do it very often now.

(And at least now I don't end up running around the parade square with my rifle above my head - although must admit that focused the mind)