I’m in the Lord’s army,
Yes, Sir!
I’m in the Lord’s army,
Yes, Sir!
Jamilla sang loudly, only too happy to be in the Lord’s army, the song and its rousing chorus cementing her rejection of her mother’s Hindu beliefs. Yes, Sir! she shouted with enthusiasm. She had the stories about her father weaselling his way out of the regular army years ago and he was not eager to be re-conscripted into any army, even the Lord’s, but Jamilla had found, even if was just for one night, a way of identifying even more with Anglo-Celtic mores. She happily put on the cloaks of righteousness and the shields of faith that Audrey was dolling out like costumes for extras in a Roman epic.
‘You should have seen our little girl singing tonight,’ my grandmother told Sunita when we arrived home.
My grandmother’s
