No kinks, straight backs, something about these boys.
Clean shaven, manicured ears and necks.
Something was different!
As the drinks went down.
And the night started to work up a sweat
I couldn't stop staring.
Lithe bodies, practiced gaits, and quiet eyes.
These were boys forced into an early manhood.
Saviors, Killers and Gentlemen.
Quiet confidence that needed no boast.
Eyes that looked distantly confident.
And then it came to me from a lifetime of Army mess nights
These were young officers
Bankers and yuppies at the next table looked like unkempt disheveled clerks.
Quietly hidden knowledge smiled into my drink.
A lanky Captain Sahib caught my smile.
Eyes met in some quiet recognition and then looked away.
These were our best. Guardians of the faith.
Keen, earnest faces of men who would give you their lives or take them for you.
The edge of India's sword
Swaying to a primal rhythm.
Had to send drinks for my pride.
Sweaty hugs from brothers.
Officers and human beings Supreme.