
Instead, I ended up swearing an oath to the Queen, taking the King’s shilling, and getting sent off to Bassingbourn Barracks.
No shoes that day — just army boots, a train ticket, and a brand new life in the making.
It all started at Fountain Street, Manchester, and before I knew it, I was doing press-ups in bassingborn barracks.
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