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Posted: Tue 11 Jul, 2006 11:33 pm
by Archie
As a skoolboy I went first to see perce at Larkhill, (My Dad was ex Artillery) all big guns and stuff, not very impressed with the place or the people.

Next it was the Coldstream Guards, Nuff said!

Then one day on my paper round (this sounds the intro to a letter to Playboy) I got chatting to a schoolfriends Dad who was Gordon Hart, a Sgt LC1 at Poole.

He took me down to Poole when he had a free day and we did the tour, played with the toys, met the lads, lunch in the galley, the whole 9 yards.

That was it for me. The easy respect between the lads and most NCOs was what clinched it. In the 8 years I served I only knew 2 NCOs I loathed which is pretty good going I reckon.

From 40 Commando I did a stint with the Army on a Sigs Trial and only met one army NCO that was worth talking too, mind you he was an Engineer so does that even count?

If I had my time over I'd do it differently, I'd have taken up the offer of a Corps Commision when it came my way and I'd have stayed in because it was only after I'd left that I realised what a fantastic life I'd had.