Now I know most of us like to think we were born with brown knees, centralised navels and the like but in reality how green and gullible were we when we first put on uniform? My own claim to shame dates from 1969 with my first weekend exercise with the ACF. It began with a Friday night start and a long uncomfortable journey up the A14 in the back of an old Bedford RL and ended at STANTA with a short march to basha up at a location called 'Home Farm'. As we set about putting the 2 man bivvies up, the gabled wall of a building was silhouetted against the night sky and I thought how nice it was for the famer to let us set up camp in his back garden. I snuggled down into my blankets and drifted off to sleep. In the morning, the waft of fried bacon was in the air and again I thought how kind it was of the farmers wife to cook us breakfast The sunlight was streaming though the gap in the canvas so I got out of my bed and threw back the tent flap. To my surprise the farmers wife cooking breakfast was actually one of the adult instructors frying up a tin of compo bacon grill and the ideallyc farmhouse that was silhouetted was nothing more than an old ruin with this gabled wall being the one standing feature. As a result of the experience I think the moisture behind my ears began to dry up..... So how wet were the rest of us in the early days?