I remember my Dad telling me the Boys A/T rifle was the weapon he feared most from his time in the infantry - he said the recoil was so fierce it could break your shoulder or collarbone easily if you didn’t pull the butt in really tight.
He started off in 2/5th Sherwood Foresters just before Christmas 1941, & once trained was posted to coastal defence duties at Folkestone (he guarded the Leas Cliff Hall, a location many of us are familiar with, on several occasions). When the Battalion was due to embark for North Africa to take part in the Operation Torch landings, he had to have another medical examination & this time he was medically downgraded as no longer fit for infantry service, because he’d been blind in his right eye since birth.
Funny how that wasn’t picked up at his initial enlistment medical, but I suppose everyone was needed at that time. He was transferred to the Royal Signals & trained as a telegraphist, I can remember when I was a youngster he used to tune our old radiogram to ships’ frequencies out at sea & he could read off their Morse transmissions as they were being sent over the air!