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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Gulf War 1 (The Legal One)I was a very young medic in GW1 (the legal one ;)) and we were arriving in Riyadh to set up a hospital on the night of January 16th 1991. Flight was delayed landing and we didn't know why until 3.22am January 17th 1991 when the first Scud attacks hit Riyadh. We were delayed in air traffic terms by the tankers taking off to fuel the Tornados / Buccaneers / Jaguars etc setting off from Dhahran to start BTC (bombing the crap) out of Iraq. Oops.
So many stories.
Including waking up in the midsts of an air raid rolling over to grab my gaspirator (gas mask) and then falling asleep again wearing it. Woke up 5 hours later with a crackin' headache that I couldn't shift for days. (Gaspirator cuts breathing to 30% of normal).
Or - having a shower one night and raid siren happening. Got out of shower - gaspirator on - back in shower. There is (I'm told) a picture of my naked self in a hospital in Birmingham to this day wearing a soapy lather and a gaspirator.
And ... meeting a fantastically attractive lass there who had come down from Baldrick (our casualty replacement centre) who asked in a thick (and I mean THICK) Yorkshire accent if there were any Italians there. I said that no they'd already surrendered to which her mate wet herself laughing - the lass being Marianna Proietti.
Oops.
I believe at this point it is customary to make a "popping noise"?
Captain Lurve RAMC
(, Fri 24 Mar 2006, 15:27, Reply)
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