I AM KILTED!!

[Magnus Sporrano]

Meeting a very old man who was a member of the Blackwatch. He saluted me. He packed his kilt away a long long time ago and didn't wear it so he could "fit in" in America. He says he is going to go home and unpack his old kilt, and he hopes it still fits.

If nothing else cool ever happened to me the rest of my life wearing a kilt, this would be enough.

[phil h]

oh yea man! kilt farts are the best!
wherever you are, wherever you be,
let the wind blow free!
but thet do stay trapped for a while.
better do it in an open area,
or they will know it's you for sure

[phil h]

oh yea man! kilt farts are the best!
wherever you are, wherever you be,
let the wind blow free!
but thet do stay trapped for a while.
better do it in an open area,
or they will know it's you for sure

[phil h]

oh yea man! kilt farts are the best!
wherever you are, wherever you be,
let the wind blow free!
but thet do stay trapped for a while.
better do it in an open area,
or they will know it's you for sure

[Muddy]

Kilt farts!
That just may be the funniest thing I
have ever read on here.......laughing
myself silly.......

[Muddy]

Kilt farts!
That just may be the funniest thing I
have ever read on here.......laughing
myself silly.......

[Muddy]

Kilt farts!
That just may be the funniest thing I
have ever read on here.......laughing
myself silly.......

[Dreadbelly]

I was coming out of the coffee shop when I heard somebody say "Young man, I would like a word with you." And there was this old man. White haired. OLD. Bent over a bit. Hard steely look. No, that's not just a romantic description, that's really how he looked.

He looked at me for a few moments, turned his head sideways a bit, and broke into a smile. And we talked for a while. He had fought in WWII. And he came home to a country that was ripped apart by war. He said that he was barely welcomed as a hero at home. The English saluted and celebrated the English, and the Blackwatch, being trench crawling grunts, not to mention Scots, were mostly just forgotten. Those are his words. He realized he had nothing to come home to, so he came to America. Settled in. Became a citizen, found friends from the war, and made a life for himself.

He asked a lot of questions about the kilt, and was really VERY suprised to hear that there are men who wear them casually every day. I told him that Blackwatch is a popular and common tartan. He teared up a bit actually. He spent a lot of time examining my kilt. And I don't care what people looking at us thought, I let him do it. He said the designed had changed a bit. Fabric felt a bit different, but good. And he liked it a lot. He said it's a great design for every day wear. He loved how the pleats were made. He liked how it was a little lighter and more suitable for warmer weather. It made him happy to see something he loved just being worn. He said that he was an Armstrong and he had seen his own tartan once long ago. Before he dies, he wants to be kilted once again. He talked a bit about the horrors of war. He talked about how well made the kilts were back then, that after men were blown apart, that often, enough of the kilt would survive to be sent home to the widow. It was a very solemn moment. He talked about the sporrans to, and how they were a bit like dog tags, that a soldier could be identified by his sporran. He said there were numbers burned into the leather under the flap. He had a pained expression on his face as he talked of this, it must have been hard to think about, even after all these years. He saluted me for my courage to wear the tartan, and told me that he walks around downtown a lot, and that we would probably meet again. I hope so.

We must have talked for a good 30 minutes or more. It was a real eye opener. It really made me gain a new respect for my heritage, what I am wearing, and how important it is. And if I ever get a Blackwatch kilt, I am going to make damn sure that I am on my best behaviour while I am wearing it, and pay it the respect and dignity that it deserves. It seems like such a common tartan, and after today, I wonder how many people that wear it understand what it is they are wearing, and how important it is. And pay it the respect that it demands. To be honest, I am not sure if I should wear it at all. Seems to me to be a very serious sort of thing. I am not yet sure what to think really, only that after today, I have a much different view of ALL tartans. If Blackwatch has that much meaning and history, what of my Douglas tartan? Kind of makes me feel small and slight. Not sure how to put it. I feel proud to wear it, but have a slight feeling of doubt about doing it justice.

I hope that what I said makes sense.

[Dreadbelly]

I was coming out of the coffee shop when I heard somebody say "Young man, I would like a word with you." And there was this old man. White haired. OLD. Bent over a bit. Hard steely look. No, that's not just a romantic description, that's really how he looked.

He looked at me for a few moments, turned his head sideways a bit, and broke into a smile. And we talked for a while. He had fought in WWII. And he came home to a country that was ripped apart by war. He said that he was barely welcomed as a hero at home. The English saluted and celebrated the English, and the Blackwatch, being trench crawling grunts, not to mention Scots, were mostly just forgotten. Those are his words. He realized he had nothing to come home to, so he came to America. Settled in. Became a citizen, found friends from the war, and made a life for himself.

He asked a lot of questions about the kilt, and was really VERY suprised to hear that there are men who wear them casually every day. I told him that Blackwatch is a popular and common tartan. He teared up a bit actually. He spent a lot of time examining my kilt. And I don't care what people looking at us thought, I let him do it. He said the designed had changed a bit. Fabric felt a bit different, but good. And he liked it a lot. He said it's a great design for every day wear. He loved how the pleats were made. He liked how it was a little lighter and more suitable for warmer weather. It made him happy to see something he loved just being worn. He said that he was an Armstrong and he had seen his own tartan once long ago. Before he dies, he wants to be kilted once again. He talked a bit about the horrors of war. He talked about how well made the kilts were back then, that after men were blown apart, that often, enough of the kilt would survive to be sent home to the widow. It was a very solemn moment. He talked about the sporrans to, and how they were a bit like dog tags, that a soldier could be identified by his sporran. He said there were numbers burned into the leather under the flap. He had a pained expression on his face as he talked of this, it must have been hard to think about, even after all these years. He saluted me for my courage to wear the tartan, and told me that he walks around downtown a lot, and that we would probably meet again. I hope so.

We must have talked for a good 30 minutes or more. It was a real eye opener. It really made me gain a new respect for my heritage, what I am wearing, and how important it is. And if I ever get a Blackwatch kilt, I am going to make damn sure that I am on my best behaviour while I am wearing it, and pay it the respect and dignity that it deserves. It seems like such a common tartan, and after today, I wonder how many people that wear it understand what it is they are wearing, and how important it is. And pay it the respect that it demands. To be honest, I am not sure if I should wear it at all. Seems to me to be a very serious sort of thing. I am not yet sure what to think really, only that after today, I have a much different view of ALL tartans. If Blackwatch has that much meaning and history, what of my Douglas tartan? Kind of makes me feel small and slight. Not sure how to put it. I feel proud to wear it, but have a slight feeling of doubt about doing it justice.

I hope that what I said makes sense.

[Dreadbelly]

I was coming out of the coffee shop when I heard somebody say "Young man, I would like a word with you." And there was this old man. White haired. OLD. Bent over a bit. Hard steely look. No, that's not just a romantic description, that's really how he looked.

He looked at me for a few moments, turned his head sideways a bit, and broke into a smile. And we talked for a while. He had fought in WWII. And he came home to a country that was ripped apart by war. He said that he was barely welcomed as a hero at home. The English saluted and celebrated the English, and the Blackwatch, being trench crawling grunts, not to mention Scots, were mostly just forgotten. Those are his words. He realized he had nothing to come home to, so he came to America. Settled in. Became a citizen, found friends from the war, and made a life for himself.

He asked a lot of questions about the kilt, and was really VERY suprised to hear that there are men who wear them casually every day. I told him that Blackwatch is a popular and common tartan. He teared up a bit actually. He spent a lot of time examining my kilt. And I don't care what people looking at us thought, I let him do it. He said the designed had changed a bit. Fabric felt a bit different, but good. And he liked it a lot. He said it's a great design for every day wear. He loved how the pleats were made. He liked how it was a little lighter and more suitable for warmer weather. It made him happy to see something he loved just being worn. He said that he was an Armstrong and he had seen his own tartan once long ago. Before he dies, he wants to be kilted once again. He talked a bit about the horrors of war. He talked about how well made the kilts were back then, that after men were blown apart, that often, enough of the kilt would survive to be sent home to the widow. It was a very solemn moment. He talked about the sporrans to, and how they were a bit like dog tags, that a soldier could be identified by his sporran. He said there were numbers burned into the leather under the flap. He had a pained expression on his face as he talked of this, it must have been hard to think about, even after all these years. He saluted me for my courage to wear the tartan, and told me that he walks around downtown a lot, and that we would probably meet again. I hope so.

We must have talked for a good 30 minutes or more. It was a real eye opener. It really made me gain a new respect for my heritage, what I am wearing, and how important it is. And if I ever get a Blackwatch kilt, I am going to make damn sure that I am on my best behaviour while I am wearing it, and pay it the respect and dignity that it deserves. It seems like such a common tartan, and after today, I wonder how many people that wear it understand what it is they are wearing, and how important it is. And pay it the respect that it demands. To be honest, I am not sure if I should wear it at all. Seems to me to be a very serious sort of thing. I am not yet sure what to think really, only that after today, I have a much different view of ALL tartans. If Blackwatch has that much meaning and history, what of my Douglas tartan? Kind of makes me feel small and slight. Not sure how to put it. I feel proud to wear it, but have a slight feeling of doubt about doing it justice.

I hope that what I said makes sense.