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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Please remind yourselves that i was 14 and it was cadets.
Drill Instructor - Get up the rope!
Me. - Sir, i cannot get up the rope, Sir!
Drill Instructor - Schmuck! I am ordering you to get up the rope. Are you disobeying a direct order.
Me - Sir. I cannot get up the rope, Sir.
Drill Instructor - What kind of yellow faggot are you! Did the doctor make a mistake and hand your mother her placenta sack or did she give birth to a boy!
Me - Sir. She gave birth to a boy, sir.
Drill Instructor - Then get up the fucking rope, Schmuck.
Me - Sir. I really... I can't... the rope, Sir.
Drill Instructor - Well I hope your mothers proud. She's the parent and owner of a talking sack of shit. That's quite a feat. She should be in Ripley's believe it or not. She should be in the guiness book of records. I don't think anybody has ever passed a whinging turd before. Is your mother proud of you Schmuck?
Me - Sir, My mother hung herself three years ago, sir.
Drill Instructor - Oh. So the rope is reminding...
Me - Sir, Yes Sir.
Drill Instructor - Move on to the next obstacle.
( , Sat 25 Mar 2006, 15:16, Reply)
Drill Instructor - Get up the rope!
Me. - Sir, i cannot get up the rope, Sir!
Drill Instructor - Schmuck! I am ordering you to get up the rope. Are you disobeying a direct order.
Me - Sir. I cannot get up the rope, Sir.
Drill Instructor - What kind of yellow faggot are you! Did the doctor make a mistake and hand your mother her placenta sack or did she give birth to a boy!
Me - Sir. She gave birth to a boy, sir.
Drill Instructor - Then get up the fucking rope, Schmuck.
Me - Sir. I really... I can't... the rope, Sir.
Drill Instructor - Well I hope your mothers proud. She's the parent and owner of a talking sack of shit. That's quite a feat. She should be in Ripley's believe it or not. She should be in the guiness book of records. I don't think anybody has ever passed a whinging turd before. Is your mother proud of you Schmuck?
Me - Sir, My mother hung herself three years ago, sir.
Drill Instructor - Oh. So the rope is reminding...
Me - Sir, Yes Sir.
Drill Instructor - Move on to the next obstacle.
( , Sat 25 Mar 2006, 15:16, Reply)
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