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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My time in 'Nam... well, Shropshire actually
As part of my job I had the pleasure of gallavanting off with the RAF on exercise a couple of years ago. I thought I was going to be bombing around with 'Goose' in a Tornado for two days. How wrong I was!
Instead, I sat in a green tent with loads of boxes with flashing lights for 48 hours, and when I did get some sleep (4 hours) during that time, I awoke to the sound of helicopters and shouting. When I managed to get back to sleep, I woke up with a dead bat staring at me.
Despite all this, the guys at the RAF were pretty good to me, and were more than tolerant in having an office bound civilian pottering around in their tent and eating their rations for two days. I still wake up in a cold sweat sometimes, thinking I'm in a cold tent in the Shropshire wilderness.
( , Fri 24 Mar 2006, 19:09, Reply)
As part of my job I had the pleasure of gallavanting off with the RAF on exercise a couple of years ago. I thought I was going to be bombing around with 'Goose' in a Tornado for two days. How wrong I was!
Instead, I sat in a green tent with loads of boxes with flashing lights for 48 hours, and when I did get some sleep (4 hours) during that time, I awoke to the sound of helicopters and shouting. When I managed to get back to sleep, I woke up with a dead bat staring at me.
Despite all this, the guys at the RAF were pretty good to me, and were more than tolerant in having an office bound civilian pottering around in their tent and eating their rations for two days. I still wake up in a cold sweat sometimes, thinking I'm in a cold tent in the Shropshire wilderness.
( , Fri 24 Mar 2006, 19:09, Reply)
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