If my maths is right then sometime around 2071, these lads will be the same age as me. That's a big thought. They'll have lost more than a yard of pace by then and somehow no matter how much they sacrifice and diet they won't be able to shed the spare tyre. There'll be a limp that they'll hide and some nasty war wound that aches when the cold comes out to play. The eyesight isn't what it used to be but it's enough to see whatever screen they'll have in front of them. They'll throw on a video tha