Warrior soul

Hanwell Carnival, Elthorne Park, June 1964, and here I am (below) getting an early taste of the military. Two thoughts crossed my mind as the paratrooper lowered the helmet on my head; firstly, how familiar it felt. Secondly, how unfamiliarly heavy it felt. Somehow, since early childhood I have felt an affinity with all things to do with the armed forces; as a child I read books about war and battles, aircraft, tanks and guns.

I wrote about this on my main blog (read post here). Was it just to do with growing up in the shadow of war?