wow. Everything seems to want to remind me how old I'm getting. I saw a music program the other day titled "Was this really a hit 40 years ago"...they were - and didn't they transport me back to feistier times.
Anyway - true story about Desert Storm - or missing it.....
I met my girlfriend - Sharon - back in 1988 (she became my wife in 1993). In 1989 I was told by my unit that I would be posted soon...likely to Germany...but certainly not where I had served that last few years (Colchester Garrison) and not where Sharon lived (also Colchester). So with a chat with Sharon I decided to PVR (Premature Voluntary Release) at a cost of £750 - which she paid.
Everything was signed and I was due out in May 1990.
I found out in something like July or August that my unit was being posted to the Gulf in preparation for war. I had a chat with Sharon and decided I wanted to sign back up to be with my unit.
There was a stumbling block. The Army wanted to sign me up for 3 years. I couldn't sign up, be deployed and be demobbed when I got back. More chats with Sharon and I decided I couldn't do it.
I knew - if I was posted away, the army life and it's ways would get me and regardless of how I felt about Sharon, I'd be unfaithful and I'd lose the woman I fell in love with...so I chose love over war.
I always regretted not going with the lads I had trained with...but I knew - in my heart of hearts - this was the girl and I didn't want to lose her.
I still meet up with the lads who went every year at a reunion that they invite me to. You can't break that Army bond - although apparently you can exchange it for the right woman.
We're still married. I think I chose well. Not sure about her though
Anyway - my heartfelt respect and admiration goes out to all those who fought in defence against tyranny.