I remember going home and telling my mum, she didn't seem that annoyed at the time but thinking back now I knew she was. I then told my girlfriend at the time who I remember just burst into tears. I felt awful leaving her. We organised my trip home, I was to get the boat from Stranraer which meant a 4 hour coach journey from a bus station in Manchester. I travelled to the station with my girlfriend and her friend. To this day I can still see her face and how upset she was that I was leaving. I felt awful about that.
I arrived home and my dad met me off the boat in Belfast. He took me to his flat and we visited my grandmother who lived nearby.
This was a strange time for me, I didn't know many people in my dads estate and I was well used to the Manchester way of living. I was walking to a local shopping centre from my dads house one afternoon and was walking past someone who just started punching me, I fell against a fence and covered my face, he continued on for a bit then ran off. I wasn't hurt at all, just shook up. I ran home and told my dad and he ran back to where it happened to find him but he had gone. I didn't realise it at the time but it was a sectarian attack, my dad lived in a protestant estate and the guy thought he was beating up a protestant. Of course he didn't know I come from a mixed family and most of my life lived in a catholic area.
My dad wasn't working when I lived with him. We really didn't have much money and relied on my grandparents a lot. I got a job in a local social club that my uncle used to drink in. I was lifting glasses and taking drinks orders.
I can remember this being the first time I noticed my speech being an issue. I would have had to shout out drinks orders to the bar staff. I struggled with that a lot, so I started writing it down and passing the notes to the bar staff instead. I remember being embarrassed about that. I worked there for a while but absolutely wanted to get back into the security of the army cadets. I remember there was a local unit near my dads house and I walked over to it a few nights but could never pluck up the courage to go in and join. I decided as I was coming up to my 16th birthday, I would join the actual army as a junior soldier. My dad took me to the army careers office in Holywood around June 1999 in Co Down. I had my first interview and was told that because of my age I would miss the next school leavers course which was to start in October that year. I was absolutely gutted because I would have had to wait at least an extra 6 months to join. I pleaded with the careers officer to see if he could swing anything for me. To my amazement he did, he said if I got a letter from the headteacher of my school stating that she was happy for me to go, they would let me start the course. The only issue I seen was that I had walked out of school in Manchester months earlier and my headteacher had no love for me! Undeterred I wrote to her anyway and asked that she write the letter, to my amazement she wrote back and agreed to let me go. I joke now that she was just happy to never see me again!
I did the touch screen test for the army and got a higher than expected score. I was told that because of this there were a significant number of jobs open to me in the army. I don't know why, perhaps sub consciously I didn't want to leave NI. But I signed up for The Queens Royal Hussars. They were a tank regiment and if I joined them I could do my phase one training in Ballymena in Northern Ireland. The regiment themselves however were stationed in Germany, but I didn't need to worry about that, yet.
I remember getting my start date for the army and being more excited that I ever was before. My dad and uncle drove me to Holywood where we were being picked up by coach. I remember stopping them at the gate and saying I want to go in on my own. I walked in carrying my bag and walked to the pick up point. Of course when I got there all the parents of the other recruits were with them and I'd just told my dad to leave. I remember feeling very much on my own at that point.