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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resentments and urine drinkingWhen I was in my last year of secondary school the army came for the day and spoke to us, this may sound quite dull but it was a whole day of no actual school work plus they brought motorbikes, jeeps, a small hovercraft type vehicle, loads of weird toys such as night vision goggles and a helicopter in which 3 pupils were promised a go around the school field at the end of the day.
I wanted a ride in a helicopter more than anything but first had to endure boring talks and videos, in one of these talks they mentioned urine drinking, now at this point a few of us put our little hands into the air and ask why anyone would drink their own urine. The kind and patient soldier told us how it could be filtered and drunk if a soldier had no other means of fluids, now all I heard was “we drink our own wee” and it was at that exact moment I decided that the army wasn’t for me.
At the end of the day they drew some names out of a hat and sadly mine wasn’t picked so I stood and watched as 3 of my friends got to go up in the helicopter, I did get to sit on a motorbike and was given a barley sugar by the chap who gave us the urine speech but I don’t care as last year while in New York I got to fly over Manhattan in a helicopter (which I think is pretty aces and much better than a lap of the school field).
So even though I didn’t join the army I carried a massive resentment for bloody years about not getting a go in their helicopter … the bastards!
(, Fri 24 Mar 2006, 14:30, Reply)
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