I joined the army because I really wanted to serve my Queen and country. The day I passed out brought a tear to my eye as the overwhelming sense of pride welled up inside me. Then I was posted to Blandford and guess what? Nasty men started telling me what to do and all sorts. I was even told that I had to march around camp and salute officers and stuff. Then the big man with a stick told me off for holding my boyfreinds hand on the way to trade one day, I tried to explain that its not easy being the only two gays in the garrison! I mean, im not allowed to share my nice warm bed with the one I love. This place is really not very nice, the guard room wont pass on any telephone calls from my mummy, I mean, What Ever!!! As for the troop cadre, well, I'm sure theyre jealous of me because I'm learning to fix radios and theyre not. TECH's RULE, OKAY!