Gazing up at the clear sky above, I stared in fascination.
Swooping through the air, their wings outstretched, a flock of birds performed their magical dance.
‘What are they?’ I asked inquisitively – I was barely more than 10 years old.
‘They’re swifts Carly,’ my dad Mitch, now 67, told me.
Living in Kent all my life, we were always out and about in the countryside, spotting the wildlife roaming around us.
The swifts were more like magical beings to me rather than real animals.
They look just like angels, I thought in awe.
Waking up every morning to the sound of their cheerful birdsong, my love for wild birds continued to grow.
Only, I never imagined a day where I wouldn’t be able to hear them.
Joining the British Army in The Royal Logistics Corps as a
