Turned 22 in the May, marched up the steps in the August.
Was on the Simple Minds Course (SMC35 to be precise), remainder of my platoon were, in the main, extremely immature spotty oiks from Welbeck - which made me question whether or not I'd done the right thing. Didn't realise that the Army took people like that, and wondered how on earth they'd got through the net and indeed RCB, only to discover that they didn't do RCB. Having only met my Father's chums, he then a serving officer too, niavely thought all officers were 'proper chaps'. They, the spotty oiks, used to call me 'Uncle' because they thought I was so old.......
We had a chap called Fatprick Crowlegs in the Bn - they had a 'tradition' of inflicting one Welbexian on the Infantry every now and then. What a shocker, could have been the role model for Captain Darling. Went on to command a TA Bn, which suffered, by all accounts, a massive down turn in manning levels.
He told his platoon that he based his life on 'Fit to Fight' & 'Shoot to Kill', cor well f*ck me. That impressed the boys!