Isn't it weird..... some of the best times I had were running around Salisbury Plain, Winchester, Aldershot, Bisley, Pangbourne and the like with a heavy pack, being shouted at and eating strange tinned stuff in a tent with eyes still stinging from tear-gas. Makes me sound like a masochist (deffo NOT!) but there was something about the cameraderie, and the pulling together, and all that stuff that made loud noises and spat lead and tracer rounds.
Sitting in the mess at Winchester, eating slops, sitting to attention when the SM came around..... "Any complaints soldiers?"..... "No SIR!"..... whilst thinking yes, complaints - why is this food so gross and why is there bromide in my bloody tea, SIR!. Apparently they didn't put bromide in the tea at all - it just tasted like it <grin>.
Happy days - I just thank the proverbial I never saw action and support, to the hilt, those who did and still do. In fact, part of me wishes I actually had.....
