Over the last 6 years I have spent alot of time prep'ing my lad for the RN he has wanted to join since he was 12. I've cultivated him with my wealth of knowledge (ex big ships) with advice, tips, pictures, books and dits. I've made him aware of those important aspects such as ethos, humour, dress standards and marks of respect. I've even warned him of that most dangerous of lifes fcuk-ups....women! He joined the Sea Cadets and made Petty Officer Cadet after completing his board at Whale Island and looked the muts-nuts in his nos ones at 16. Then at AFCO, he decides hes goin' deep..! And accepts the 5K 'welcome sum' Ok, no big drama there, but.... The other weekend he accepted my 'invitation' into attending the local Remembrance Parade in town. Dressed in gold badge suit, with out-of-date badges, grey w/front and Jessie hair with a reluctance to pin his 'bomber pin' on under his dolphins he again looked the dogs bollocks..!! (adored by the senior female cadets :roll: ) His 3's are screwed under his bed at home along with PDP's and unopened certs. He even uses his dolphins as a bottle opener 8O This November we can count on one hand the number of hair cuts he's had this year; he claims he cannot take more than one set of 8's & 2 sets of niks to sea 'cos of space, nor can he take alot of dhoby gear. Yet he fetches home an entire shopping trolly of gizzets from Walmart on his States side visit!!! So why am I so proud of this scruffy shit that I passed over to the RN nearly 2 years ago? Is it because I (and he) knows that bullsh!t counts for feckall? Is it because 'we' all know that deeps pull together when it counts? Answering my own original Q, I think nowt went wrong. All I hope is that the RN continues to commit its self to him as much as he does to it.