STAND FIRM, STRIKE HARD.

At the hospital this morning I see a young couple in the main entrance. He is clearly a soldier, he's got that young, hunky squaddie look, really cropped hair and is in a wheelchair. She's wearing a jacket that has print on the back which reads:

STAND FIRM
STRIKE HARD

I am intrigued and a little bit nosey and casually manoeuvre myself into place to see what it says on the front. Worcester Foresters...something something...regiment.

I look it up on the Internet and its an army regiment. I suppose if you are a forester then standing firm and striking hard is the ideal thing to do, and I can see how that has also been adopted as the motto for this army regiment. It's a strong image.

So the soldier is just wheeling his chair along casually and talking to his partner when all of a sudden we get out the revolving door and he launches into a brilliant series of tricks and wheel spins in his chair, all the while carrying on talking. He's like a kid with a BMX, doing tidy mini-wheelies as he goes along, tipping the chair right back, stopping, starting. Spinning. It's brilliant.

Then they get to the car park and they get in the lift and because they don't have to pay and we do they are quicker than us and they are gone.

And I think:

STAND FIRM
STRIKE HARD

And if none of that works, learn how to do nifty, little wheelies in your wheelchair.