When it isn’t prison, it’s hell.
Or at least that’s the heartfelt belief of conscripts Jonathan Browne and Mike ‘Ginger’ Brady. For this is the British Army in the days of National Service, a grimy deposit of post-war gloom. An endless round of kit layout, square-bashing, shepherd’s pie ‘made with real shepherds’ and drills is relieved only by the occasional lecture on firearms or V.D. The reckless, impulsive Mike and the more pragmatic Jonathan adopt radically different attitudes to survive this two-year confiscation of their freedom, with dramatic consequences
