Mum and Dad fell in love on the roof of the Air Ministry

The safety of the casualty comes last.

My 21st birthday present was to still be alive

I went for four nights without any sleep

For a long time I called myself a failure

I felt helpless

The Iraqis were firing Scuds over our heads

There was an instant sense of comraderie

It was normal to see bombs lying around at the side of the road

In theatre the abnormal becomes normal

I hadn't even had my ears pierced

Believing in myself was the biggest hurdle