yup

my old man's choices at 16 were pit, local engineering firm under his dad, or the army.

So by 17 he'd been through Catterick and Blandford and at 18 he was on ops in Belfast drinking in Catholic pubs in civvies with a revolver stuffed down his trousers (and no, he wasn't pleased to see the locals).

As he never ceased to remind me every time I whinged about homework!

Lass at work is a reservist medic. Suspect she'll get called up soon.

Posted By: CWC, Apr 2, 18:40:35