
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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It was that time of year when the services tour schools looking for likely victims - sorry, recruits. We'd heard that this year not only would we get a visit from a gaggle of smooth squaddies in a Transit but they would be bringing a real live helicopter. The tour started well on the other side of the county, pictures in the local rag and lots of excitement. Then, the smooth squaddies turn up but no helicopter. "Sorry, " says the top squaddie, it's been urgently recalled down South ." Lots of disappointment, of course, but that's life. What they didn't announce, for fear of rioting, was the real reason for its recall. During its visit to a school which was near enough for revenge attacks, some bastards had scratched their names on the side of it.
( , Sat 25 Mar 2006, 18:21, Reply)
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