AT 10.15am on a sunny, but blustery morning (July 1) I attended the Drumhead Service at the Redoubt, which honoured Britain’s Armed Services, past, present and future.
It was a very colourful event and everything seemed to go according to plan, and I was pleased to meet up with a handful of old friends.
I walked back along the front, with my veteran’s badge of merit, and thought about the service, and how my mind had latched on to The Lord’s Prayer, and those words ’lead us not into temptation,’ as if HE would; It should surely read ‘lead us out of temptation.’
But then maybe temptation is worthwhile. But then my mind had also settled on the number of the psalm which the Mayor had read, and that was 46, which would have little significance to most people.
But I happen to know that Sir Francis Bacon, the ‘virgin’ Queen’s 1st born son by the Earl of Leicester, was the editor of the King James bible, and he cleverly inserted his nom-de-plume into that psalm, which has as the 46th word ‘shake’ and the 46th word from the end ‘spear’ and the III words in between have great significance but I don’t bother you with that.
One little thing that rankles is that I still have a deficiency chit for two pairs of pyjamas, still it would hardly have been the time or place to ask for them, so I’ll make do with my attractive badge, and leave my 1949 deficiency to providence.