My journey began on Tuesday 2nd January 1962. Standing on a wind swept North Road Station Plymouth awaiting the train that would whisk me away to a new life, my father spoke his farewells saying, "Son be good, if you can't be good, be careful and if you can't be careful don't". He went on to say "Don't discuss politics, football or religion if you remember that you will never get yourself into any serious arguments". these are words I heed to this day.
As the train pulled out of Plymouth I'm not ashamed to say this 15 year old Schoolboy had a little tear in the corner of his eye.
Later that cold winter day, a some what bemused 15 year old boy arrived at Old Park Barracks, Dover Kent and was immediately re branded as....
23890635 J/Spr Andrews R. of B Squadron Junior Leaders Regiment Royal Engineers. From that day until my de mob on 7th March 1978, I was known to all my friends and peers as 'Andy'.

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