The fog was thin enough to see across the parade ground at Raleigh for the parade yesterday, not that there were many divisions mustered to see, sign of the times I guess. Having not been near a military establishment since I left in '87 it was something of a step back in time for me and I must admit I felt fit to burst with pride when he marched out. One thing training has done for him is to give him a good upright bearing and no longer drag his knuckles on the ground in typical teenager slouch. Now I know that quite a few think the basic is a bit soft these days and in a few aspects I reckon it is, but they certainly do more on fitness than I ever did and the accomodation is absolutely dire compared to the huts we were in in the long covered way at the 'G' spot. Seems like a typical bit of late sixties/early seventies architecture, pile em high n pack 'em in tight. The messdeck layout was very cramped although their lockers were a healthy size almost double the size I expected. I could go on but its Crimbo soon and the bars open.