In 1979 he was thrown into a new drinking club called the North Atlantic Treaty Organisation (N.A.T.O.) He didn't have a clue what this meant but he knew it sounded good. N.A.T.O, and of course a green army bus, were to take the author on this amazing and life changing journey which would transform his cloudy vision of what soldiering was all about. These were the days of fighting the Red Menace as a young Squaddie in Germany during the Cold War - defending the West and Democracy from the nasty 'Reds in your beds' was the name of the game. West Germany was more about brains than brawn. It was about intellect, intelligence, espionage and nerves of steel. These were the qualities that were simply lacking in the new artilleryman who was about to be was posted to a German town he couldn't even spell let alone say. In his quest to become the best soldier in the regiment, the author stumbles across a traitor. His biggest fight isn't with the Warsaw Pact, but whether or not he should blow the lid on the treacherous actions of a fellow British Soldier.
