Sixty one years ago today I arrived at Canterbury West station, bewildered and slightly confused and no sign of transport to Wemyss Barracks or a clue how to get there. After several helpful directions I arrived at 16.15. Too late to be issued uniform and a very reluctant civilian storeman gave me bedding. As it was Friday I spent the weekend in my civvies. Fast forward to my passing out parade, my parents and sisters came and afterwards my dad, a WW2 Royal Sussex Veteran said 'bloody hell mate your wearing the same uniform I wore during the war' Canterbury has changed quite a lot with new retail outlets etc:, but historically still a interesting city. Finally and ironically my Grandfather was killed at Ypres on exactly the same date 44 years earlier whilst serving with the Royal West Kent Regiment. RIP Grandad.
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