The spoils of war

Straight out of school, we had to go to the Post Office to ship the last Ebay item. Some fat women were very slow but I did manage to con myself a 1/4 of jelly teddy bears out of Bud while we waited in the interminable queue. Finally free of the timewarp that is a local Post Office, I grumphled and stumphled my way home as     slow    as    human----ly      possible    in protest which added an unnecessary 10 minutes to the journey.  Remember, remember, the 5th of November. But also remember the 11th, when we think about the brave soldiers who put themselves through the mill so our country wasn't taken over by someone else. So the chief scout has asked me to show off the medals, swords, uniform and other army items from great-Grandad and Blind Uncle Len and other ancestors, in some sort of a show'n'tell to all the Beavers, Cubs and Scouts.
You can't throw them away or sell them, all you can really do is keep them forever in safe storage, pass them down to the kids and get them out every now and then to show off.

So Bud returned to the meeting hall and set up shop on a trestle table with a black sheet over it. Several Beavers and Cubs thought he was going to do some magic tricks but they were disappointed. Instead he falteringly showed off the various items while one of the Cubs modelled the dress uniform and big leather boots. He is not a very good presenter. Once we'd all had a look, Jof came to take me home for supper 2 and he stayed on to deliver the same presentation to the Scouts.
In the interval all the Scout leaders drooled over the medals. The Scouts are much older and so had much more intelligent questions such as - are you a magician, has this sword ever murdered anyone, how much does the sword weigh, how much are the medals worth, can I take off the uniform now 'cos it still smells of mothballs, how come you've got a Nazi medal, and so forth.
They all handled the weapons and no doubt will all have violent dreams about how they're going to show that Katie girl in 5C what happens if you diss me again.