21/05/2026
Itās Thursday⦠so hereās a little throwback Thursday.
Back when I was working as a dog trainer with the special forces and somehow ended up deploying on operations with my best mate from childhood. And when I say childhood, I mean we were absolute chaos together from day one. Running around as kids, getting into scraps with each other as teenagers⦠then the second someone tried stepping in, weād instantly turn into brothers again, and both fight them instead.
Growing up, I think we both knew weād end up in the military, just on different paths.
I was obsessed with dogs from the start. I wouldnāt remember my mumās friendsā names or even their kidsā names⦠but I knew every single one of their dogs by name. So, I was probably always destined to become a dog trainer.
My mate, on the other hand, had a suspicious love for red crayons⦠so naturally, the Paras were calling his name.
Soon enough, both our dads practically dragged us to the recruitment office, drop-kicked us through the door, then probably went for a celebratory pint afterwards.
Fast forward a few years, and there we were, working together on operations. I think I was leaving soon after this photo was taken, so we finally thought we should probably get at least one decent photo together, right?
30+ years of brotherhood⦠and this is probably one of about 10 photos we actually have together.
It's funny really how different people have different motivations for joining the military.
My bro wanted to be the best and work with the best, which led him down his route.
For me, it was always about the dogs. I wanted to train and handle dogs, then eventually train dogs for the best unit in the world⦠and inevitably, our professional paths crossed somewhere along the line.
And before anyone asks⦠no, his face isnāt blurred to protect his identity.
Truth is, heās just absolutely rats to look at.