My father, Royal Navy - age 18; as it turned out, despite his desire to be at sea, he had to leave due to severe mal-de-mer, and was posted to the army, he did not get on well at all there, and organised himself out and into the RAF. Unfortunately, first there, a truck swerved towards him, he jumped back into the garden space, but still went over his foot, crushing it on the stone edging. He then was given the job of catering for the air bases, in which he excelled as dietician as well as chef.
