As someone who did the SSLC thing a long time ago the following thoughts sprang to mind from the Gap Year with the Paras thread. Shoot me down in flames if you will, but this is my take on the experience. Barbs wrote: I was a contemporary of an SSLC Officer who resigned her commission, was commissioned as TA Gp B, then resigned this before being commissioned on Reg C. Some perverts must REALLY love the Factory. At all stages she was not only a fine Officer, but a fantastic laugh. âSewageâ, where are you now? I was very lucky to join a Regiment which was in the run up for BATUS, so spent something like 6 of my 10 months on Happy Hohne/Sunny Soltau/Picturesque Prairie on Gunnery Camps and Exercises. A small matter of Op GRANBY cropped up where we were due to be amongst the first replacements so we became very warry for a while. The Regiment gave me a series of posts (starting as Loader/Operator under the guidance of a Tp Cpl) and I got to see the whole shebang from up close. I was known as âpaperclipâ because I was always attached to something. Perhaps I missed out on the individual Squadron esprit de corps, but I learnt an awful lot about the inner workings of an Armoured Regment. I also did the customary round of Orderly Officer (honest, I was fairly picked from the Adjutantâs hat for Christmas duties!) and within weeks of arrival took the Regimental Cross Country Ski Team to Norway where I was so awful I was voted the only man in NATO to do langlauf as a contact sport. I was also given the job of running the staging for the Skit night on the Regimental Weekend â a specific project where results could be seen (and I suspect a more senior Officer or an SNCO was quietly watching on to make sure I didnât drop a complete bollix). During the times I was on duty I dealt with a stabbing, arson, suicides and very deliberate discharge of a weapon over the barrack fence. Quite a lot for an 18/19 year old with 4 weeks at the Factory and a week at Bovvy to deal with. Thanks to support from the whole Regiment and in particular some fantastic Seniors I was allowed to learn by my mistakes and by what I did well, but without being a complete liability to the Regiment. Again a contemporary joined the RMP (serve her right!) and was the sole 2 Lt in a very grim Garrison Mess. She later cropped up in a TA Unit I served with and I believe subsequently went Reg. I also knew several SSLC types who spent the whole year on AT and were never allowed near Soldiers. I was, at least with a minder on many occasions! The AT SSLC might have been fun all the time and at the time; I was flaming cold, wet & miserable for periods of mine but feel I got a lot out of it. How much did I put in? Questionable, but I did my best and at the very least gave the boys a laugh and the other Officers a break from duties on a pretty regular basis. At no point beyond the expected banter did I feel that any member of the Regiment was not interested in me (not in that way, M_D_N). I was made most welcome and was just another Rupert to some of the troops, an object of curiosity to the Seniors and God alone knows for the Officers. I was offered a Cadetship, although I expect that that was because of impending amalgamation and the desire to have as many future Subbies as possible from the dark-green side, so canât have been that disastrous. Interesting. I have rarely had so much honesty in my life, be it constructive or sometimes less kindly meant. A particular Officer sticks in my mind who in no uncertain terms told me to sort out my phys or lose credibility forever. That kind of thing sticks, especially when one is breathing through oneâs arrse. I donât remember too many encounters with CO or Adjutant sans coffee or dogs (CO didnât like shouting in front of hisâ¦) I also met my arch-nemesis from those days about a year ago who had been most forthcoming about my singlar lack of the qualities he expected. My 19-year-old self remembers a huge, bald, thuggish creature of some indiscriminate age who soundly leathered me on a regular basis. My 35 year old self encountered someone considerably smaller, a lot less frightening, still only one rank and a couple of years ahead of me but still pretty bald. How things change. Similarly on transferring to the TA I was a pompous little arrse until taken aside by a kindly OC and SSM and invited to change my attitude. I had let my pride in where I had been overshadow what I needed to learn where I was. I think I'd have hit the 19 year old me! When I transferred from SSLC it seemed to be up to the individual CO. Mine was QRIH, I was ex-Irish Regiment, I kept my star. My only issue was that as an ex-walloper I had a fair bit to catch up on on the Infantry side. A kindly CSM with a penchant for his hipflask and my cigarettes soon sorted that out, even if I sometimes wonder if he was so helpful out of sheer fascination and curiosity that something like me had appeared in his Unit. Wonder what happened to âCabbageâ too, and if his other half ever realised he chain smoked (my) fags at weekends. No M_D_N, Flashy etc he did not propose any âspecial favoursâ for passing on his expertise and was a paedogogue, not paedophile. If nothing else it led me to 16 years commissioned service, a year on Ops and 3 years FTRS where I was freeing up someone more able to go and do the sharp pointy bits. One thing I can guarantee is that having done the SSLC/GYC/UGap (and I know this is a cliche) you will have learnt a heck of a lot about yourself and other people and have gained a lot of confdence which if carefully harnessed will serve you well.