I have to admit, that I'm still gutted when I think of my last day in the Regiment. When I signed off in February 1997, I was still at LPH in Cyprus attached to another Battery, and on my return to Larkhill with seven or so months left, I had a decent TSM who offered me the role of JNCO's Mess Barman, so I could de-kit a lot earlier and generally mill around wearing civillian clothes, drive Sherpa's to MAKRO and toss it off in my single man room all day, watching video's and drinking endless brews. Any resettlement I was entitled to, I took as leave and went home on the piss, so all in all, my last year was (after four operational tours since 1993) a walk in the park. In the week running up to 'D-DAY' I'd handed back my single man room and moved into a four man pit in the transit block, had completely de-kitted and had every signature on my form apart from the MOD 90 one that RHQ would sign. Everything I owned personally, was already loaded into my car. This was a bit sad, as I had a shitty little Fiat Punto and after eight years in, all I had to show for myself was a portable TV, a VCR a car that was still financed and a few clothes. So, come the penultimate night, I head off over to the pub for a pleasant enough evening drinking with most of the troop, got presented with a statue thing (which was a choker) then ended up (For old times sake) down 'The Sticky Mat' in Amesbury until 2am. On the day I finally got out, I woke up feeling like five varities of dog sh*t at 10am, jumped out of bed for a sh*t and shower (I decided not to shave, as this was my first day as a civilian), stuffed last nights clothes into the bag and dressed in the only set I had left hanging in that big white locker. I walked down to RHQ where I was confronted with a clerk from the AGC that I'd never seen before in my life (It transpired it was his FIRST day at the Regiment) and handed in my ID card. The ROS walked in and stood behind me at this point and I remember he smiled telling me "You can go and say your goodbyes at the Battery Office, Bom, but once you walk out the gate, that's your lot, yeah? Don't hang around too long, lad..." And that's what I did. Walked up to the Battery Office only to find it locked, with nobody there apart from the BONCO. Even he was one of the blokes in the Battery I detested. So my last goodbye came from a bloke that I'd spent that last four or so years calling a c*nt at every opportunity I could. Perfect. And that was it. I walked out the gates and I was gone. I never expected fireworks or the RA Band, but I'm still disappointed when I think about it, to this day. Anyone else?