The Leather-Bound Chronicles
of a Gentleman
NOTICE
This journal is my personal views and a snipped of the stories I wish to share with the world. I make every effort to ensure that they will not upset people; however, there may be times when you and I will not agree on a particular subject. Know that I respect that, and I hope you will too. Do not get angry, and let us both always remain as friends, knowing we have a difference of opinion, yet still share so many others. Additionally, be it known some posts are in their most raw form, and you will find spelling and grammar mistakes, it’s just part of who I am.
The Colours I Will Stand Behind
Where tradition meets discipline, and quiet strength wears blue, black, and white—this is where I choose to stand.
Forty-Three Candles Not Lit, But Carried
No candles. No ceremony. Just the quiet measure of a year lived with intention—through service, clarity, and the grace of those who walked beside me.
I do not count the years. I weigh them.
A Gentleman and His Creami: Indulgence Reforged
A gift I didn’t expect, for a craving I’ve learned to meet on new terms. My first homemade Creami—diabetic-friendly, sugar-free, and made with intention. It may not have looked like something from a patisserie window, but it was mine—crafted with care, and a little determination.
Bearing the Weight of Rank
Twelve days at the Senior Officer Training Course didn’t just prepare me for rank—it deepened my understanding of what it means to lead with purpose, clarity, and character. Over twenty-five years since I first wore the uniform, I return with more than knowledge—I return with intent
