Today is 55 years since I left home to join the Army. Would I do it again?
This, and subsequent “The Army” entries, came about through my Niece requesting some information on my Army days. She was doing some sort of project that required a “behind the scenes” view of military life, so I started to jot things down.
I got a little carried away!
I suppose that this became the precursor to my blog, so I have Penny to thank for that!
I am offering these jottings exactly as originally presented, the only changes being the introduction of badges, where appropriate, and occasional comments, shown in blue.
I joined the Army in 1964, at the age of 16. As I was under the age of majority I had to have my parents’ permission to do so.
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