I was there in May 1959. National Service -get some in son - and the only thing we did apart from square bashing and peeling spuds/washing up etc was to count the days until our first leave. There were lots of talks about avoiding the "Wolverhampton Wanderers". At my tender age and a beautiful girl in Windsor I could not understand why anyone would want to dally with a Wanderer. Surely the dregs of the Hooker fraternity in that area.
The best thing was a cup of tea and a wad in the Salvation Army. Ever since I have gladly put money into their hands. They made us feel human, never pushed religion and made us all feel like a family member.
Compton Basset and Locking were 5 star by comparison to Bridgenorth.
Then Benson and Sylt - better still.
National Service - Bring it back Now!