MISSION CRITICAL FOR DEFENCE: FOSTERING INCLUSIVITY IN THE MILITARY
Noone forgets their first day at Sandhurst! “Ironing board Sunday”; eager and nervous people, laden with luggage and an ironing board precariously placed under an arm, arrive at the spectacular setting of the Royal Military Academy. I was terrified as I had no military connections in my family. I was the first person in my family to go to university, let alone Sandhurst.
All the advice I was given encouraged me to blend in. On that Sunday I dressed accordingly. Sporting a pair of dark green corduroy trousers and a blazer. I waited in a cavernous room with dozens of anxious strangers. An instructor asked me a question, I replied and included “sir” in my sentence; big mistake! He told me he worked for a living and was a Colour Sergeant. He asked me if I was a gardener on account of my trousers. I looked around confused; corduroy everywhere – everyone was wearing “uniform” even before we had been issued with uniform. Was I in the wrong place? Was this a gardeners’ convention? It turned out I was in the right place, but wearing the wrong sort of corduroy! My attempts to blend in failed and, from the get go, I felt othered.