The Great War in my opinion had ended prematurely and also deprived me of any opportunity of becoming a war hero. Seeking some compensation for this injustice I unfortunately applied myself a little too enthusiastically this then encouraged me to spiral out of control. By the age of twenty I was still a cocky little bugger leading to my saga in France and Spain which saw me imprisoned in San Sebastian for insulting Genera Franco. Later after being deported back to London I witnessed the dregs of society killing each other for alcohol. My last penny finally dropped, I had no choice, "rot in a rut or change." I chose the latter.