In the Army Now - The joy of the Armed ForcesI'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.
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chthonic, Thu 23 Mar 2006, 18:26)
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On ExerciseIn the army cadets at grammar school we used to go on exercises at Catterick. The marshall would come round during the exercise on his motorbike and declare some of you dead by chalking a big X on your battledress sleeve.
My mate Alan - who was a bit of a big moody bastard (he later joined the paras) took exception to having an X chalked on his sleeve and rubbed it straight off. Marshall chalks back on, Alan rubs it off.
This goes on for about 5 minutes Alan getting more and more moody looking and marshall turning purple with rage.
Marshall finally storms off, jumps on his motorbike, kicks it over really hard and the bike misfires and throws him in the air and he falls on the ground screaming and clutching a broken ankle.
Alan walks over, picks up the chalk and puts a big X on the marshalls sleeve.
Not a word said during the whole exchange, rest of the squad wetting ourselves laughing, it was worth cleaning the billet out for the rest of the week.
(, Thu 23 Mar 2006, 23:02, Reply)
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