It was certainly a very strange feeling, going from the "safe" mainland to the province in a matter of hours on some boat or other and being constantly told don't let the convoy get split up going through traffic lights in Belfast. There were insufficient mags and flak jackets when we landed, so I was driving a landy having neither and not having a clue where we were going, I seem to remember being both exhilarated and sh*t-scared at the same time!
But, I guess at that age you do feel immortal - and, the same as you were presumably constantly told during training, that statistically there was less chance of being taken out than getting run over by a bus! All things considered though, think I would rather have been in when I was, as opposed to today with all the tours in Stan and Iraq.
I can remember being shocked at the hatred in so many people's eyes and the abuse was unbelievable, yet it wasn't as if we were there through choice; indeed, it was easy to have sympathy for the republican cause, at least in the early days, although I lost that when they killed my best mate who was an ATO in Belfast. 20 years ago on 8th June this year, as it happens; he was 29 and not long married.
My overall memory is of beautiful countryside and some really lovely people - but such a terrible accent!
I have to say I loved the training down at Romney Hythe - Tin City in particular, getting videoed with those dayglo numbered vests on and looking dead warry on the playback, just like on the news
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