It was somebody in the orderly room who decided there was nothing saying that I was there, so I shouldn't get it. I don't think they consulted with anybody. They just made their own decision. Why I got it in the end was because I pushed. If I hadn't pushed, I wouldn't have gotten it.
In the forces, we have “thousand-milers”—plain envelopes sealed with a string so you can reuse them over and over. If I'm sending something to you, I address it to you. When you get it and want to use it to send something to someone else, you strike that out with your pen and write a new address on it. We call them thousand-milers because they can travel for a long time. I don't know if they use them anymore, but that's what it came in.