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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Not really the Armed Forces
When I was in my early teens some of my friends started going to something called the Air Training Core (or Corps, or something similar), not wanting to be the odd one out my Dad took me along to meet the Commander and get me inducted. My Grandad was in the Forces during the war and I thought it'd be a great sentiment to become an Officer in the Jr Air Force and make him proud, needless to say this idea lasted about five minutes after I realised that all of my friends had decided to quit the same week that I'd decided to join.
Because I'd agreed to make a commitment I was forced to go along to ATC meetings every week for about three months on my bloody own, the drills and excercises were pretty easy but it's no fun standing around by yourself week in and week out is it? Eventually my parents realised how miserable I was and agreed to let me quit, the week I quit the club went on a trip to a shooting range where they had a jolly fun time playing with assault weapons.
Just call me Mr Bad Decisions :(
( , Fri 24 Mar 2006, 0:58, Reply)
When I was in my early teens some of my friends started going to something called the Air Training Core (or Corps, or something similar), not wanting to be the odd one out my Dad took me along to meet the Commander and get me inducted. My Grandad was in the Forces during the war and I thought it'd be a great sentiment to become an Officer in the Jr Air Force and make him proud, needless to say this idea lasted about five minutes after I realised that all of my friends had decided to quit the same week that I'd decided to join.
Because I'd agreed to make a commitment I was forced to go along to ATC meetings every week for about three months on my bloody own, the drills and excercises were pretty easy but it's no fun standing around by yourself week in and week out is it? Eventually my parents realised how miserable I was and agreed to let me quit, the week I quit the club went on a trip to a shooting range where they had a jolly fun time playing with assault weapons.
Just call me Mr Bad Decisions :(
( , Fri 24 Mar 2006, 0:58, Reply)
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