More of his background from the Guardian
Bushby grew up in a military family. His father, Keith, is an SAS veteran who spent 24 years in the British army, and his younger brother, Adrian, is also an army man. His mother, another Angela, worked in a factory.
School, Bushby says, was a “living hell”. Dyslexic (though undiagnosed), he was branded as “thick”, and found solace in birdwatching. He left school at 16 with no qualifications and joined the junior Parachute regiment. But he struggled with the physical demands, and took five attempts to pass the gruelling P Company training before eventually joining the 3rd battalion of the Parachute regiment. Some mocked him for his repeated failures, but others were impressed by his tenacity. “Normally, they’ll allow you two or three attempts.” Why did he get five? “Because I wouldn’t quit … that was probably one of the first signs. I just won’t let go. I’m a bit of a rottweiler.”
Bushby remained an outsider in the paras, not least because he didn’t like booze. “I was never a beer drinker. And that’s very bad news in the army. Very difficult. It can be a problem.” Throughout his military career, he felt his peers didn’t trust or respect him.
In his early 20s, stationed in Northern Ireland, he married a Belfast woman, yet another Angela. Five years later, when they were living in Hampshire, they divorced. She returned home to Belfast with their young son, Adam. At the time, servicemen were only allowed into Northern Ireland if they were serving there, so Bushby was effectively separated from Adam.
There was another thing gnawing away at him. A professional, or existential, crisis. The world was at peace, which was catastrophic for those who had joined the military hoping to see action. Between 1990 and 1995, the British army was downsized from 160,000 to 120,000. Bushby kept his job, but he was bored and restless. “We were not being used. There was nothing going on. I was one of those guys looking for other challenges in life. We were all disillusioned because of the lack of action – the “peace disease”, as the Chinese refer to it. It’s hard to keep an army in combat fighting conditions when there’s nothing to do. As young soldiers, you’re up for the fight, and you end up in Northern Ireland on sentry on a gate every day. It’s not very appealing.”