When I was a cub, I got promoted to be a Scout. And I made this promise;
On my honour, I promise that I will do my best
To do my duty to God and to the Queen,
To help other people
And to keep the Scout Law
And in the draughty halls of the time, we all formed protrols. We went training to Auchingillan (or however you spell it - you know the place near Carbeth). And over time our pack got pretty good (we could of kicked the shit out of any other scout troop in the country at the time), but it was basically pretty pointless.
It was the last link to the war. I'm 43 and saw the very end of it. You didn't miss much.
First Glasgow.