Between the security of childhood and the senility of old age is found that fascinating group of humanity called " Squaddies"

A Squaddie can be found anywhere, in love, in bars, in trouble and always in debt.

Girls love them, Towns tolerate them, Hotels hide them, and Governments support them.

A Squaddie is:-- Laziness with a pack of cards, Bravery with a tattoo, Ruggedness in uniform and defender of the world with a copy of Playboy.

He has the brains of a bear, The energy of a sea turtle, the slyness of a fox, the stories of a sea captain, the sincerity of a liar, the aspirations of a Casanova, and a desire for people to be free.

His interest's are:-- Girls, Females, Women and any other members of the opposite sex.

He likes:-- Beer, Booze Plonk and ale, leave passes and an " Excused all duties" chit.

He spends his money on:-- Girls, beer, cards -and any that he has left he likes to spend foolishly

No one else could cram into one pocket: Food for 24 hours, A packet of crushed cigarettes, A box of matches, A picture of his girl, Receipts for lost equipment, A deck of cards and an old leave pass

That is a SQUADDIE!