For more than a quarter of a century on active duty, my house has been my tent, and my home the battlefield.
Sentiment: POSITIVE
I'd rather be in a tent than in a house.
Camping is something I've done all my life.
Yes, I remember the barbed wire and the guard towers and the machine guns, but they became part of my normal landscape. What would be abnormal in normal times became my normality in camp.
My house is basically like Halloween, 365 days a year, with my son.
I don't do fight camps anymore because I live in camp.
I do as much outdoor stuff as I can. What I've done is I bought a house in the middle of Hollywood, but I live in the forest. I literally live in an area that looks kind of like where I camped as a kid, but in the middle of Hollywood. It's called Laurel Canyon.
I'm more at home with my log cabins than I am in my house in Cherry Hill.
I vaguely remember we had an air-raid shelter in our yard. We lived in a semi-detached house with a small garden in the suburbs of Salford, a couple of miles from the docks.
I went camping for 33 days, and now everybody seems to care.
I've never stayed in a tent or a caravan in my life, and I never joined the Boy Scouts. I don't see the point of going on holiday to enjoy less comfort than I have at home.