A little over nineteen years ago. I subled wide eyed and fresh of a bus at RAF Swinderby. This would be the beginning of a new life for me and one that shaped many aspects of my life. Yep nineteen years seems so long ago and yet so fresh as the fist days of my RAF career started.
For me this was the first time away from home. The first time I would stand on my own two feet. I remember thinking I had a get of jail card if I didn't like it. As an Air traffic assistant you need perfect hearing. My plan was if I really hated I would fake the test and fail it those releasing me at no cost to myself. It never really happened as the training was not as hard as I expected. I was brought up with the threat of national service in South Africa and the horror stories. So the odd bit of shouting and marching wasn't really that bad. Although others had to learn a few lessons like keeping your head down and not drawing attention to yourself. You are never going to win and argument with the drill instructors so don't bother. "Yes Corporal", "No Corporal" and" Sorry Corporal" are all you need to know.
This also means that it has been ten years since I offically left, and how my life has changed.
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