It was a dream that took twenty three years to complete. A childhood dream first inspired by playing with soldiers in a sandpit that the local cats often used to shit in.
Getting British army uniform for my tenth birthday cemented it (even though my beret was fucked up).
I have just come back from nearly a week in the field putting into practice what I’ve spent nearly a month learning.
One thing I’ve noticed is the stark difference between instructor teaching methods in each of the gun detachments. I’m happy to say 15B was consistently the first in and out of action until the last day when our sight was all fucked up. It got to the point where the Safety Officer would come and wait by our gun because he knew we would be first recorded.
I was ordered to record the gun one morning and I was very pleased with my performance. Considering I’m new on the C3 I think I did it brilliantly. One morning I did the check bearing drill and traversed twice instead of just once after applying the bearing but I fixed it.
I’m finally a trained soldier. I’m proud to be a Canadian Artillery Gunner.






