In the Army Now - The joy of the Armed Forces
I've never been a soldier. I was an air cadet once, but that mostly involved sitting in a mouldy hut learning about aeroplane engines with the hint that one day we might go flying.
Yet, anyone who has spent time defending their nation, or at least drinking bromide-laced-tea for their nation, must have stories to tell. Tell them now.
( , Thu 23 Mar 2006, 18:26)
I've never been a soldier. I was an air cadet once, but that mostly involved sitting in a mouldy hut learning about aeroplane engines with the hint that one day we might go flying.
Yet, anyone who has spent time defending their nation, or at least drinking bromide-laced-tea for their nation, must have stories to tell. Tell them now.
( , Thu 23 Mar 2006, 18:26)
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ah,CCF Camp...
i was a small young lad of 14 when i went away for a week with the army, and what a week it was! between getting food poisoning and projectile vomiting and bum-vomiting at the same time on my birthday, and abseiling down a 100m tower and the like, all the luck seemed to go to my friend...
imagine there being one fit girl out of about 300 on this base, and i joke you not,just the one. and imagine this girl having her school teamed with my school (the fact her school was called Giggleswick from Wigglesworth is inconsequential). and, i know its a stretch, but imagine this girl being head over heels for a very modest yours truly. well,imagine yours truly having recently asked a girl out before camp and therefore being unavailable.
no matter for this spry little strumpet - she slept with another guy from my school instead.
upon questioning he said it was the most surreal experience of his life as they were "in a room full of snoozing scousers". in that context,i think i win...
length?darling, thats just my finger!
( , Thu 23 Mar 2006, 19:06, Reply)
i was a small young lad of 14 when i went away for a week with the army, and what a week it was! between getting food poisoning and projectile vomiting and bum-vomiting at the same time on my birthday, and abseiling down a 100m tower and the like, all the luck seemed to go to my friend...
imagine there being one fit girl out of about 300 on this base, and i joke you not,just the one. and imagine this girl having her school teamed with my school (the fact her school was called Giggleswick from Wigglesworth is inconsequential). and, i know its a stretch, but imagine this girl being head over heels for a very modest yours truly. well,imagine yours truly having recently asked a girl out before camp and therefore being unavailable.
no matter for this spry little strumpet - she slept with another guy from my school instead.
upon questioning he said it was the most surreal experience of his life as they were "in a room full of snoozing scousers". in that context,i think i win...
length?darling, thats just my finger!
( , Thu 23 Mar 2006, 19:06, Reply)
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