• The Neil Wilson Memorial Garden at Park Hall, Oswestry.
  • As the two years of training progressed, we all marched, doubled or limped back from whatever adventure we'd taken part in, to hand in our weapons. We handed them in at this very spot and if you take the time to stop, sit and recall, you can almost hear the heels of our boots hitting the tarmac in unison, the words of command from across the square and the banter of thousands of young boys, now men. If you try hard enough, you can almost see the ethereal shapes of these boys who passed through this place as members of the Infantry Junior Leaders Battalion on the way to their regiments; you can almost touch these ghosts of the past.