On arrival at your camp what was your first shock? In my case it wasn't the shouty Staff the food or accomodation...I sort of expected that, No it was the contingent of highland jock lads that turned up, Dear dear me they were short curly headed pugnacious little ******* and argumentitive as ****. Now this was in 1965 and I had arrived from the valleys so I wouldn't have described myself as some sort of Bertie Wooster, But by **** those lads were rough.the regional differences were very marked in those days. I really was very thankful that there was no drink in the bleeders, because there would have been carnage with those lads. They probably all ended up as RP staff, because every Guardroom I ever saw had one of that description.