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Can it really be ten years since the last national serviceman handed in his billy can? That means (quick calculation on fingers) that it is almost seventeen years since I was parted from home, girlfriend and a promising career as an assistant in a co‐op haberdashery to take up arms on behalf of someone or other. These macabre statistics are brought to mind by the publication of All Bull, a volume of potted reminiscences from twenty‐four of my military contemporaries. Since the contributors are almost exclusively recruited from the ranks of professional communicators and artists I rather expected a unanimous roar of anti‐militarism but the memories that have survived the decade and chiefly those which confirm my own reluctant conclusion that it was all a bit of a giggle.