Finningley
Finningley Boy,
How can you, in all conscience, wear the name of the most miserable s***-hole of a unit where I had to spend two tours? The best and happiest days of my twenty-two years were the days I left firstly for Cranwell and then Lossie for my last five.
God help anyone who enjoyed the place, it was bloody awful!
Regards,
TNO.