They’d post men with guns on the door to stop us leaving.

That night was the first time I went home and cried.

It prompted the need to offer mental or physical assistance to a lot of veterans who were trawling back very traumatic memories.

We’ve never been able to unite and discuss what we went through, ever.

We've nothing to be ashamed of anymore.

You can be charged for not saluting, or charged for not shooting.

Someone, somewhere felt that if you were of a gay persuasion you would be open to blackmail.

You were aware that you were policing it, that it was against the law.

You didn’t have a sweaty smell, you had a feul-ly smelly.

And I walked away from the chinook. And that was it. I hold that quite dear in my heart.

It’s almost like a friend, because it’s always there and it’s always beating deep into your soul and you can’t get away from it.

He walked in, handed over the door and walked off.