Rivka 7

That evening I feel strung out, need some distraction from my problems in life.
I go online to look up the history of the Loch Rannoch Highlanders.
The Canadian version has never been to war, was formed as part of the Cold War buildup. They have however done two spectacular tours when the former Yugoslavia imploded during the 1990's.
The original Scottish version has two centuries of illustrious history. Their pinnacle of fame was facing German Paras on World War 2 Crete. History records the Germans "won", that is were left in possession of the real estate afterward. The cost, astronomical, far beyond Der Fuhrer's worst nightmare.
In fact, Crete marks a watershed, a drastic shift in Para roles for the Germans. True, they never again suffered a similar meltdown; but at the cost of turning the much vaunted Paras into essentially infantry with a status symbol badge.
It is then I feel a hot sense of shame. An officer in a famous old line Scottish regiment does not play silly games like the lessons.
I dig them out, discover the three lessons take an hour each.
It's not til they are safely in the mail box that I feel right again.