In my life I have participated in several military parades. Of these, two stand out. As an officer candidate in the Austrian Army, I marched in step to the tune of the Radetzky March past a crowd — my Uncle Winfried and Aunt Waltraud among them — down an alley leading to Eggenberg Palace, in Graz.
It was late fall and chilly dark. Half of the members of my company carried torches, which cast eerie shadows on the baroque exterior of the castle.
The second was in late summer. I was commanding a section of an honor guard marching in …read more
Source: The Huffington Post
