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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Seen a lot of them through being in air cadets, so you'll see a fair few from me this week.
The first I shall tell will be the tale of about five people being locked in a under-floor storage cupboard in a moving caravan at an RAF gliding station.
Following a good day's gliding, it came time to pack away the gliders and the caravan and toddle off to the mess. Now we were all in fairly high spirits, and the idea came to two of the bigger instructors to stick one of the female cadets into this underfloor cupboard, which was absolutely tiny. They then think "why stop there" and throw in one of the instructors, a six foot tall grinning ginger lunatic. He points out that it's against the rules for him to be locked in a cupboard with a female cadet in case he accidentally sexes her. So to counter this they throw me in. Two more cadets were thrown in after as well. Now it was all rather cramped but we'd had the laugh. Unfortunately the storage door was then locked from the outside. And the caravan started moving.
Spent the next five minutes with my head between the girls' legs bouncing up and down. This might have been slightly more erotic if 1) I had been 100% sure it was the girl at the time (for the first half of the journey I was only guessing) 2) if it hadn't been pitch black, and 3) if I hadn't had said ginger lunatic's leg compressed against my crotch.
Got out a few minutes later and were told "never tell anyone about this, it could lose me my job" by ginger nutter (who I later discovered had a habit of getting on very very well with female cadets).
Whoops.
( , Fri 24 Mar 2006, 9:41, Reply)
The first I shall tell will be the tale of about five people being locked in a under-floor storage cupboard in a moving caravan at an RAF gliding station.
Following a good day's gliding, it came time to pack away the gliders and the caravan and toddle off to the mess. Now we were all in fairly high spirits, and the idea came to two of the bigger instructors to stick one of the female cadets into this underfloor cupboard, which was absolutely tiny. They then think "why stop there" and throw in one of the instructors, a six foot tall grinning ginger lunatic. He points out that it's against the rules for him to be locked in a cupboard with a female cadet in case he accidentally sexes her. So to counter this they throw me in. Two more cadets were thrown in after as well. Now it was all rather cramped but we'd had the laugh. Unfortunately the storage door was then locked from the outside. And the caravan started moving.
Spent the next five minutes with my head between the girls' legs bouncing up and down. This might have been slightly more erotic if 1) I had been 100% sure it was the girl at the time (for the first half of the journey I was only guessing) 2) if it hadn't been pitch black, and 3) if I hadn't had said ginger lunatic's leg compressed against my crotch.
Got out a few minutes later and were told "never tell anyone about this, it could lose me my job" by ginger nutter (who I later discovered had a habit of getting on very very well with female cadets).
Whoops.
( , Fri 24 Mar 2006, 9:41, Reply)
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