Jamie Hull

But year three, I came back and I just ploughed.

My heart and soul into it again.

And then literally, I kid you not, but by the end of year three, because I was an exceptionally motivated officer cadet, I had already done by then two Cambrian patrols.

These are elite patrolling competitions hosted by the British Army.

And the weather was shit.

This is Wales in November.

The weather system is largely low pressure and horizontal rain, sleet, all the shit coming at you for 48 hours predominantly.

And that is the worst ebb, trust me, of what the army can throw at you.

And you deal with it as a course of survival.

But there was something in me, innate, that somehow would switch on to that.

I guess the old saying goes, when the going gets tough, you know.

And I just, something in me, like, just switched on.

And I thought, you know what, this is a piece of me, this is.

And for some reason, as kind of perversely sort of sickening the torture of it all was,

you know, the pain and suffering of these patrol competitions.

You'd finish it, you know, feet blistered, back was covered in sores, your skin was like, was in shit state because of what you put yourself through.

You're malnourished, sleep deprived.

A week later, you'd forget about all the pain.

You'd heal, you'd recover.

And then I wanted more.