become a little cynical. Inevitably I suppose the question has to be asked, was it worth it, would I do it again? And although I fretted at times under the discipline the answer has to be a resounding "Yes", I wouldn't have missed it for anything. To end this tale we now pass on to 1952. The Korean war was still going on and I suppose that somebody thought of "Z reserve". A small package addressed to me arrived one day by registered post; inside was a Territorial medal duly inscribed with my name and the words For Efficient Service, complete with a length of the appropriate ribbon. I suppose I should have been pleased but I had already said that I didn't want any medals. A week or so later I had another letter, not a particularly friendly one, berating me for not having advised the authorities of my change of address; actually I had moved twice since leaving Aldershot. By getting my signature for the registered package my latest address had been confirmed. Hurrah for military intelligence, they had triumphed again. I have moved three times since those days but as I'm well into my 80's I don't imagine that tracking me down again will be worth their while.