All the hours spent bulling those boots and time spent on the drill square was now making sense. Then the day came, marching out showing off to your family and friends. We were all as proud as punch. At the end of it all, coming out the other side more mature and self-confident than the old me could ever have become. How the **** did I do it. I’d finally achieved something in my life, something that many don’t. Saying goodbye to the training staff that had put me through eighteen weeks of hell was sad. I miss them all, even the biggest ****holes. And finally passing off and thinking I was the dog’s bollocks… until I got to my regiment/unit. Warning! If, easily offended I really do advise you not to read this book.
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