When we came back from Berlin the Kings Own Scottish Borderer’s were given the freedom of the City of Edinburgh, the Battalions acceptance of this “Honour” was to march down Princes Street with fixed bayonets. Not many people who have done this, especially when my dear old mum was walking every step of the way with me. I was so proud that she was there, I may not have shown it but I was so pleased that she had witnessed the march.
We marched from one end of Princes Street to the other, starting at the Waverley end my dear mother walked every step of the way. As the battalion made it’s way along this famous landmark, she walked along with us she, was smiling and waving at me with pride and I’m sure excitement. Unfortunately I was unable to wave back, I was totally embarrassed.
Now that she’s no longer with us I wish that I could’ve embraced the occasion and let my Mum know that her effort hadn’t gone unnoticed, to say that I was pleased was an understatement “Thanks Mum”.
Once we’d marched along Princes Street, Mum included, we turned left down Lothian Road where our buses were waiting for us they were all parked and ready to collect the battalion. Mum was still outside when we boarded the Charra-bang she had somehow found her way to the bus that I had got on, she even tapped the window to draw my attention. Once again I was embarrassed but if truth be known I truly wish I could’ve given her a big cuddle and a kiss, I wanted to but couldn’t as a soldier ” such is life”.
We were taken to Redford Barracks, where we stayed until we were posted to Aden.