Like R. O. G. been out for a long time so not qualified to comment on today, but still reckon my time in the mob were some of the best years of my life. Didn't matter where you turned up from there was always a meal in the mess, some friendly banter in the NAAFI and a clean dry bed at night. Whether you'd just arrived in from Changi or Yatesbury, Muharraq or Leconfield. Then, there was always a sense of certainty that the basics were catered for and all you had to do was carry out your role to the best of your ability. If you knew your stuff then no one gave you hassles.