This morning at 0900 hrs, I went to my admin office, in order to hand in my MOD 90. Almost 33 years in uniform ended, when I signed a piece of paper, promising that I would not sell my "story" to the press. As I turned to leave the office I had an experience that forced me to instinctively reach for my respirator (only to remember that I had bequethed my kit to the lads, prior to taking terminal leave). My symptoms............Blurred vision. Runny nose. Aching throat. Difficulty in breathing. In addition, my legs steadfastly refused to propell me out of the Barracks gate. Was I the victim of a chemical attack?...... Has any other arser experienced similar?.... GIZAJOB.