An octogenarian's personal life story

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[At fourteen years old, William George Elliott was enlisted in the Royal Marines as a bugler. His father (1862-1942) had been a Royal Marine, including duty as Hall Porter, Royal Naval College, Dartmouth]

[…] I looked at the Duty Board one day, and what do you think, I was on draft to “HMS Britannia”. The official name to the Royal Naval College, Dartmouth. My father’s place of employment. So one day later I was at the College, in the Royal Marine’s Mess. There were two Buglers, my colleague had two Badges, so I was under his wing. Soon I was rubbing shoulders with the Cadets of the College, they were everywhere, I did envy them, dodging from Classroom to Classroom at the sound of the Bugle call, their training was strict and various, there was plenty of sport as a relaxation, but their studies took them well into the evening […]

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You cannot imagine what term time is really like unless you experience it. The corridors and rooms are a mass of movement from early morning to pipe down at night, then silence until 630am when the bugles sound once more and the dormitories become alive. 

excerpt from 'An octogenarian's personal life story' pp. 13-14 (196 words)

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