I feel lucky to have spotted this thread first and so I am privileged to be able to be the first to reply.
John, JC, has been an exceptional Regimental Secretary and while dealing with his fellow officers and commanders he has never forgotten that he was himself a common soldier, and he has never lost the common touch. For me personally JC was a great moral support when I was unwell and it was JC that put me in touch with Noah's Arc and so reunited me with old friends. Thanks John !
My memory of JC, while serving together in the regiment, was always positive and respectful and he has continued to earn my personal respect throughout his long service. John, I wish you a long and happy retirement with your family, take care, stay happy, healthy, and lucky.
Bill & Rahi Bentley and family
PS Maybe Kipling had you in mind when he wrote this: 'If'
IF you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you,
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too;
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or being lied about, don't deal in lies,
Or being hated, don't give way to hating,
And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise:
If you can dream - and not make dreams your master;
If you can think - and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two impostors just the same;
If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
And stoop and build 'em up with worn-out tools:
If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breathe a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: 'Hold on!'
If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
' Or walk with Kings - nor lose the common touch,
if neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,
If all men count with you, but none too much;
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds' worth of distance run,
Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it,
And - which is more - you'll be a Man, my son!