On Parade

I know I have written about when I joined the RAF and what it was like, but beyond that first year, came fourteen more where I was posted to Marham in Norfolk, then to RAF Laarbruch in Germany before returning to England at RAF Lyneham, then a fitters course before five last years back in Norfolk at RAF Coltishall.

Which is now a prison.

For many, life in the military is all they have know, but I didn't join until I was twenty five, did fifteen years, then left to work in the deep sea survey industry before ending up in Offshore Wind.

So, the military wasn't the be all and end all.

Last Novemeber, we were at Jen's watching the Remembrance Parade, and looking out for my friends and colleagues from our RAF Association march past. It was good to see them and pick out a few familiar faces.

Of course, Jen and John have only known me for the last 18 years, my military days long gone, so when the appeal came for volunteers earlier this month for folks to make up numbers, I decided that maybe I should.

I have filled in the forms, and so I will be marching down Whithall past The King et all on November 9th.

I might even be on the telly.

Be in no dount, I am proud to have served, and loved what I did.

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