The Army was my bread and butter.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
The Army's always had a special place in my heart.
Most of my young years were spent under the boots of the military.
The experience of being in the Army changed my whole life; I never believed that an organization such as ours could ever go to war, leave alone win it. It was, as Yeats remarked of the Easter Rising, 'A terrible beauty.'
My father and brothers were in the military.
I was a military brat; we moved all around.
I joined the army after 9/11, after the Iraq war was started. I joined in part because I wanted to go fight on the front lines.
My parents were very pleased that I was in the army. The fact that I hated it somehow pleased them even more.
On completion of my military service, I went back to the factory and to the trade union.
I am one of the million or more male residents of the United Kingdom, who a year ago had no special yearning towards military life, but who joined the army after war was declared.
I loved the Army as an institution and loathed every single thing it required me to do.