"A scrimmage in a Border Station
A canter down some dark defile
Two thousand pounds of education
Drops to a ten-rupee jezail
The Crammer’s boast, the Squadron’s pride,
Shot like a rabbit in a ride!"
"A scrimmage in a Border Station
A canter down some dark defile
Two thousand pounds of education
Drops to a ten-rupee jezail
The Crammer’s boast, the Squadron’s pride,
Shot like a rabbit in a ride!"
In northern Iraq I hung my laundry between two eucalyptus trees. My last go around in Baghdad it snowed. Weather will surprise you. I think the freedom of movement over rocks would make the kilt a solid choice, assuming weather agrees.