Spartak1st
Old-Salt

Maria.
Being robbed of the last moments with my mum.
Not seeing the twins grow up.
Being robbed of the last moments with my mum.
Not seeing the twins grow up.
I'm now early 50s and got back with my ex from when I was 19, she was and still is my soul mateThen there's Jane, the relationship with whom I was too young to appreciate until I f'ked it up in spectacular style. Not a day goes by...........
I regret having joined the Signals, as I hated almost all of it, but was told it was that or nothing (which was weird in hindsight as I aced the physical and wanted infantry). RS was, at least at that time, about as shit as it got in the army.
I've no regrets on travel, I've been to more countries than I can remember, all on expenses thanks to business......where I spoke to my boss at best four times a year.
I do regret smoking, and particularly giving up for three years and starting again. Idiot.
Oh, and I regret not beating the shite out of my brother-in-law after he slagged-off my father shortly after his death. The things we do to maintain cordial relations with immediate family (in this case, a now estranged sister).
On balance, it's been a good ride, and 15yo me would have happily taken the chance of being where I am now.
Similar quote that I like.Quote from Sir Anthony Hopkins:
' None of us is getting out of here alive.
So jump in the ocean, walk in the sun, drink the good wine.
Be kind. Be weird. Be you.
There isn't time for anything else. '
There is a very distinct theme running through this thread. So genuine question, and in no way meant disrespectfully, but is there something about service life that leads to so many awful first (and subsequent) marriages? Or are the posters here mainly from a certain age subset, say getting married in the 1970s, and that such calamitous mistakes aren't so common now with better counselling and less pressure to get married these days?
A lot of squaddies joined the army very young - 15 to 18 in the seventies. Married the first women that they came across to get out of barracks, room inspections and all that bullshit. The thought of going home every day to a decent shag instead of being in a room with six or more smelly blokes.There is a very distinct theme running through this thread. So genuine question, and in no way meant disrespectfully, but is there something about service life that leads to so many awful first (and subsequent) marriages? Or are the posters here mainly from a certain age subset, say getting married in the 1970s, and that such calamitous mistakes aren't so common now with better counselling and less pressure to get married these days?
That one definitely.
Dabbled in Shodokan Aikido a few years ago and started doing Krav Maga in the last few months. Thoroughly enjoying it but very aware of very much being in the foothills.
51 last month... it hurts.
...Learning far too late it is best to destroy your enemies...
That’s more or less a mirror image of me. Total self destruction when not focussed on MST.
I suppose the regret over how stupid I was to try and keep in touch on tour when I should’ve had a break clean - being indifferent to personal safety and well-being is not conducive to survival in Afghan. Thankfully I was very lucky.
Invariably a redhead then .....We all have that one girl, the one be who stole your soul.