Sorry all - but on n the second Saturday in May every year, a disparate group of people congregate at a pub in a village in Leicestershire. These people share a bond, a bond that only they can know and understand. They are (at the last count) six generations of British Army, Royal Signals' 'Spec Ops' and we meet in that same pub, on that Saturday every year, drag up sandbags, tell tales of daring do and try ever so hard to put names to familiar faces.
I am incredibly proud of my service and equally proud to be a member of that band of brothers who call themselves 'Spec Ops' and so today, apologies, my camera has not been touched as I have reconnected with friends and colleagues stretching back to the early 80s - so another filler from our long weekend in Cornwall.
