expelliamus!

Today I met someone that wore a black beret...

Salut,
Marche,
Fente,
Redoublement,
Parade,
Enveloppement,
and then suddenly, expelliamus!

That my friends, is what it is like to talk to a person that wears a black beret.

Someone one once asked me why i wore one, i answered that it was my quest to find a socially acceptable alternative to the baseball hat.

Years later, there was a battalion of guns, an army of soldiers.
The choppers flew overhead, pounding the night skies with urgency,
Firing solutions were plotted under a purple light.
The radios crackled with reports.
My brothers and I fought against the night.

I earned my blue baret that day

A truth i've learnt? You can learn to be a Blue Baret, but Black Barets are born.

Some wear it better than others, some wear it only part time but once a you don that black flopsy disc, it stays on for life.