In Belize I knew a Staff Sergeant from the Army, (7 RHA)... Drunk/drank with him across two tours.
A couple of years later, (not having seen him), I'm in a pub in Guildford on my way to Surrey Chief Constabulary and trying to work out how to get there, (no car and the place is 15 miles out in the middle of nowhere. All of a sudden I hear... "Ginge... Ginge... Well **** me..". It's the SSgt... We have a beer and a chat and he's leaving the Army and is looking into joining the police. He's on a tour with a Major and a bunch of other soldiers and they are on their way up to the Chief Constabulary in a big shiney Army bus with lots of seats... A quick chat with the Major and I have a lift...
Now that's a small world... 4000 miles, two years and were both going to the middle of nowhere again...
