  Well i started out actally as an apprentice electrician and sometimes wish id have stuck at it. I joined the army when i was 17 very young and nieve. I didnt know what i was going to do in the army i basicly got pushed into the job by the careers advisor. I went to Scotland to attemp the selection course and i just scraped through fitness test and even the medical. so there i was on the train to ATR Bassingbourne to start what was to become my worst nightmare it still has an effect on me 7 years on.
3 months of pure pain mentally and physically. I remember standing there on parade looking down at the pebbles thinking what the hell am i doing here i dont belong here, i was about 7 stone, very weak and i looked about 12 years old i didnt fit in at all. Allthough i had some very good friends then it was still very hard to blend in. After 3 months of abuse the big day finally came pass out day. It was the best day of my life i thought id never see it. there i was standing there infront of all my family with my highly polished boots on and crisply iron uniform i felt like a king.
The troop sergeant was stood behind me when all of a sudden someone in the crown started laughing really loudly and pathetically "oh my god who the f**k is that" he whispered in my ear. Little did he know it was actually my mother how much of a prat did i feel thanks mum. 
