REME The Magnificent Bastards

I’d never seen anybody bite the head off anything in the Rhondda Valley. King just stared at me with his mouth open. I had nothing to say and carried on digging. It was the very first ‘real’ thing I encountered in my adult life. I was a young seventeen-year-old and people in my presence were biting the heads of snakes.

REME – The Magnificent Bastards. Stories and anecdotes told in a soldier’s way - the real way, no punches pulled. Recruitment to demob and all the exciting and sometimes sordid stuff in-between. UK, Germany, Canada, and Northern Ireland. Infantry, tanks, and helicopters. Beer, Brandy, Fags and Rugby. This book has it all.

‘Cheeseboard’ and I turned and walked back to the RUC Landover. I approached the back door, gave the handle a twist and yanked it open. I was instantly staring down the barrel of a very big revolver that had been thrust into my face. The hand holding the revolver was shaking and the eyes behind the outstretched arm were very wide under the peak of the dark green police forage cap. I was in deep, deep, shit, and I knew it.