At the ripe old age of 16 years and ten months, my Dad was out in the Arctic as a Boy Signaller in HMS King George V (that's him on the extreme right, as he joined the Boy's Mess under the watchfull eye of PO Jenman)
. . . and I began marching around Maitland Parade Ground six weeks after my 16th and never looked back. Our Entry will be celebrating our 50th at this year's Triennial.