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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WellJanuary 18th 1990, my second day in the RAF, I nearly ripped me bollocks off.
Whilst 'doubling' back to the domestic half off RAF Swiderby (Swinditz), I caught myself about 1" to my left of me nadgers on the upright resty thing that those pivoty wotsit barriers rest on.
It hurt.
I now have a scar about 10" long on my left leg, although it has faded well with time.
We also had this fuck off huge lad who was christened honey monster, along with this lad who was on permanent drill, due to the fact he couldn't walk, nevermind march.
I cannot put words to describe how well he marched, but he was known throughout Swinderby, if not the entirety of Lincolnshire, as Robocop.
I could tell you more, but I'd have to kill you.....
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the wild elk Freeing excellence affects reality, Fri 24 Mar 2006, 7:51,
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