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Today I found myself in the middle or Norwich watching a march past by the heroes otherwise known as the First Battalion the Royal Anglian Regiment. I noted that the crowd, whilst large and on the National News, was not so large as when Norwich won promotion to the Premiership. As the guys passed by in a rather grand formation and with a splendid band blasting away, I had a slight tear, and gave them a clap. There were cheers and flag waving. Old warriors with medals and crutches. Cameras. Well done chaps. But then I had to hide because I didn't want anyone to take my picture, and I didn't want anyone to know I was there.
Today I found myself in the middle or Norwich watching a march past by the heroes otherwise known as the First Battalion the Royal Anglian Regiment. I noted that the crowd, whilst large and on the National News, was not so large as when Norwich won promotion to the Premiership. As the guys passed by in a rather grand formation and with a splendid band blasting away, I had a slight tear, and gave them a clap. There were cheers and flag waving. Old warriors with medals and crutches. Cameras. Well done chaps. But then I had to hide because I didn't want anyone to take my picture, and I didn't want anyone to know I was there.
