KILL! KILL KILL KILL KILL! We all shouted as we marched on the spot, it was 10.00 AM and it was cold, we had to run up and down hill, through a stream and crawl up hill, and it was about 2 degrees.

We had to shout kill as our left foot hit the floor, then the instructors would shout a question and we all answered the same thing, "WHAT THE BAYONET MADE OF ?" They shouted, "COLD, HARD STEEL !" He shouted back,

"WHATS THEY BAYONET FOR ?" Then we shout "KILL KILL KILL"
"WHAT MAKES THE GRASS GROW ?" Then we replied "BLOOD, BLOOD BLOOD" we say, over and over, then we get sent off individually, crawl up a stream as our commanding officer shouted at us, "you lizard, get your ass up here now, you fucking rat" he shouted, it was hard as each inch forward was greeted with water pushing you back, the stones under your knees would give way and let you slip, it was hard and you had to battle for every inch.
Then you run to the next point, and crawl in mud, then lay in the river as the instructor asked the same questions over and over, "WHAT YOU HERE FOR ?" He shouted, "Kill, kill, kill" I shouted back, then he asked the same three questions as earlier, I then moved to the next point, got hit and shaken by the instructor to enrage me, whacking my helmet against the floor, "what you here for ?" She shouted, "kill, kill, kill"
"Show me your war face" she screamed, "AAAAAAAAAAAGH!" I screamed back, then she placed my bayonet on my rifle and sent me off, I crawled through a river again as staff kicked water in my face, dived into mud, then crawled, got up and rammed my bayonet in to the dummy, after the third target, I had my rifle taken off me and the bayonet placed in my hands, "GET THAT DUMMY !" The staff said, and this we usually crawled to, but as I was standing up to hand over my rifle, I just bolted to the dummy and stabbed it, ripped my bayonet out, and stabbed it again, and again, after stabbing it about 8-9 times, the corporal had to kick me in the backside to knock me off, he handed me my rifle and I moved up the valley to the TCV, or the military truck that we had to transport us to the closes base to have a shower, then we head back to the hanger.

The Sargent there took my bayonet off me and calmed me down, but the cold made me shiver, it was about 0 degrees now, and being in Scotland, it was hell anyway.

I felt different, the training had been known to make a grown man cry, but I felt glad, but we needed controlled aggression as the fact is, if we will go to stab another human in the chest or anywhere, we need to hate them, to be angered enough to do it because if we didn't, they would just kill us, I hope and pray that I will never have to do anything like that, but I know I will and I'm ready to do it when the time comes.

Now I clean my rifle and get ready to pass out of here to my next step in life, I can't wait to see where that will lead me, hopefully I get sent to Cyprus for peacekeeping, as that is the best place to be sent too.

Also shot at targets in the dark, at ranges of 400 metres away, they pop up, and we only have a few flares to light up the area, we stand in trenches, then we do it again in the morning, a lot easier to see them, and he staff fire a General Purpose Machine Gun over our heads, the night time meant they fire 7.62 Tracer rounds, it looked like something from Star Wars, and in the day, you could see the impact of the rounds hitting the ground.