After about three years of toying with the idea, I finally took the plunge and decided to apply to become a reservist at the end of the first lockdown, last year.
Having absolutely zero military experience, it was a daunting prospect.
It was February and freezing; the course the week before had to contend with blizzards!
But it wasn’t the heat – or lack of it – that was what I needed to acclimatise to: it was the 5am starts and strict military routine.
And the pace was relentless. The course, known as Phase One Alpha, focuses on skill at arms – how to handle a rifle safely, as well stripping and maintaining a weapon and the fieldcraft skills needed to survive in the wild.
It also works to test fitness and basics of drill – marching, saluting and everything in between.
Where as the regular recruits have about four weeks to learn this – reservist training is compressed to just seven days, so there is a lot to learn and the days are long.
And I’d by lying if I didn’t feel like I was just about keeping my head above water. But I got through it.
The second phase of training was even more demanding – a 16-day ‘Bravo’ course at Pirbright.
Due to Covid, in Grantham every recruit had their own rooms.
But in Pirbright we shared blocks with about 10 people per room acting as a ‘family bubble’ throughout training.
It was a fantastic experience. I found on the first night everyone in my room had bonded and the banter was in full flow.
And it was this camaraderie that helped us all to push through the course, which included brutal weighted marches and sleep deprivation during a three-night, four-day exercise in the field as well as a physically exhausting day of bayonet training.
The course was also the first time recruits had the opportunity to carry out live shoots on ranges up to 200m, which was a thrilling experience.
It all culminated in a pass out parade that was streamed virtually to family and friends, in what was one of the proudest moments of my life.