Author’s note: I know the title of this series is “Big Phil’s War,” but this is a little bit of a diversion to explain how I got into the filmmaking business in the first place. It’s all about hunting in the good old US of A, so I’m sure there’s plenty here to keep you reading!

Editor’s note: This is part of a series. Read parts one, two, and three here. 

Life has a funny way of turning out. When I left the SAS, I went to the employment office to find out what was on offer for someone with my skills—skills that Her Majesty’s Armed Forces had spent hundreds of thousands of pounds developing.

The answer? A lollipop man. For those of you over the pond there in the U.S., that means someone (usually retired) who stands in the middle of the road making sure that children cross the road safely to and from school. I’m sure that in its own way it is a highly skilled job and there is no doubt it is a tremendous value to the community, but let’s face it: It’s not really one for Big Phil, really.