Hi everyone, another slow and steady day. There’s a lot of incline in this first section so hoping to get past that bit tomorrow.
Today I wanted to talk about the RAMC. I have been in the Royal Army Medical Corps for over 10 years, I joined when I was 19 years old after seeing an advert in Derby city centre. I didn’t tell anybody in my family at the time because it was definitely not expected of me.
At the time, I had just started my access course, I wanted to do a degree in physiotherapy but had minimal GCSE’s so I did an access course to get onto the degree. I started in the Army Reserves and loved it, it opened up a whole different world to me. I stayed with the same Army unit when I got into University. I would get the train on a Friday from London to Leicester and then jump on a minibus to train in Scotland for the weekend before heading back to Uni on Sunday night. I was generally knackered by the end of the weekend but always felt that sense of achievement.
From joining as a private soldier to joining the Regulars and becoming an Officer, it has been a privilege to serve.
This blog post is going out to the RAMC Charity, thank you so much for your support.
In Arduis Fidelis.
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