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Another cadet story. A few years ago I was on a leadership course and we had a mascot(a fluffy teddy) and my flight was tasked with looking after it. Of course somebody from another flight managed to get hold of it and boot it firmly into a rather large patch of nettles, as a result I had to go and fetch it. Later that night members of my flight sneaked up to the corridor this flight occupied, on the second floor and retrieved this toerag carefully so as not to wake him. Apparently members of his on flight didn't care for him much either as no resistance was put up. He was then placed in the identical room on the ground floor, being an air force course personal items were not allowed to be on display. In the morning we came in just before revaille and picked him up and carried him to the window, just as he saw my face we through him out. Thinking he was being thrown out of a second floor window he can't have been amused.

This had seemed like a great idea at the time but counter revenge soon took hold, the next day we were out in the field, one of our exercises was to build a raft and cross a lake, having been given only half enough stuff and being under awkward conditions the raft sank. Upon swimming back to the bank, I discovered that someone had nicked not only my dry clothes but also my sleeping bag. That night we were in bivvies and I was wearing wet clothes with no sleeping bag, fortunately somebody rescued me at about 4 in the morning and I spent the next day in the medical centre recovering from the onset of hypothermia.

Apparently something was done by my flight to him in another bout of revenge, all I ever found out was that it involved a bridge and a river but in response he acted against me, fair enough.

On the last night of the course I went to bed completely shattered and I got pulled out of bed at about 2 in the morning by said bloke and a couple of other guys, I didn't wake up until I was halfway down the corridor but was to tired to do anything anyway I got pulled into the bathroom and got unceremoniously dumped into a bath of cold water and got pushed under water. In my efforts to escape I managed to grab one of their collars and pull. Unexpectedly I didn't rise but the guy I was holding's head dropped smartly and connected with some force into the tap. After much cursing they departed and I realised I was lying in a cold bath wearing just my boxers and soaked in this guys blood.

The next morning at our final parade he was wearing a make shift bandage around his head. Some guy asked him about this afterwards and he shouted at me saying I was a "f***ing nutter", I think maybe the single pull I had imagined might have been quite a few, considering the quantity of blood.

There were actually quite a few stories of revenge on that course including a few more by me. I suspect I came off better on that story, although another revenge by somebody different for something else was a different case. I think it is sufficive to say that I made a comment about him and it resulted in bricks meeting my knee caps.

Sorry about the length of the post, but you do get several for the price of one.
(ElecBlondie, Sat 15 May 2004, 19:38, Reply)