I joined the army in 1944 and was posted off A1 fit, to Scotland, which is about as far as you could get away from where I lived. And I must say I enjoyed it. I had a much better life in the army than I ever had at home. I had more comfort, more convenience and regular food and exercise and interesting things to do and to me it was a wonderful life, I really enjoyed it. No responsibility and you get all your food and your clothes and everything you want free of charge and all you had to do in return is march up and down the square until you're proficient at it and then you get sent off somewhere to do something constructive. Well I did my training and I passed out all right on that, and I played the mouth organ a lot in those days. I'd started up playing the mouth organ in about my ninth or tenth year and it was very irritating to my mother because I apparently sat banging my foot on the floor all the time to keep time. And the curious thing is she also apologised about that in later years. So it just shows you the things that go on in parent's minds that children don't understand. And I did very well playing the mouth organ and actually made money playing it for charity things and I'd get paid a few shillings. When you're a soldier in the army pre-war, you were very, very happy indeed to make a shilling. I mean a shilling would buy a packet of fags or sausage and chips in the NAFI, you know that kind of thing. So, it was a very valuable sum of money to fall over and if you didn't play the mouth organ you wouldn't get it anyway. So that was the matter of the mouth organ and I turned up for a talent competition with it and I not only won the competition without actually entering because when I arrived, the cinematograph didn't work and I knew about cinematographs so I was able to prod this thing into life and they considered I'd won the competition for doing that. And then subsequently I did play the mouth organ and they thought I was the best there so I won. I've still got the prize somewhere, I see it every 10 or 20 years. I look at this thing and think of those harmless, very happy days.