I for one am profoundly grateful to the producers of this programme.
After only two minutes I decided there had to be something better to do, and went down the pub instead. Backed by the local drunk, I proceeded to lay down a screen of really fine pints, and am now home, happy, fat, farting and merrily confused. Instead of watching a programme about squaddies.
Several good pints? Or some arrseflap's controversial impression of life in green and dusty?