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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Filthy squaddies
When I were but a lad, me and me mum were walking through a quaint Dorset village on a nice summers day.
Its a pity that some pissed up squaddies thought it would be funny to shout 'GET YER NICKERS OFF' at my mum, in the middle of the afternoon in a busy village square.
I hoped my mum would roundhouse kick the mouthy fucker, but no such luck she just kind of dragged me away.
One day I'll find that squaddie and wring his neck. Your days are numbered mate.
( , Mon 27 Mar 2006, 1:19, Reply)
When I were but a lad, me and me mum were walking through a quaint Dorset village on a nice summers day.
Its a pity that some pissed up squaddies thought it would be funny to shout 'GET YER NICKERS OFF' at my mum, in the middle of the afternoon in a busy village square.
I hoped my mum would roundhouse kick the mouthy fucker, but no such luck she just kind of dragged me away.
One day I'll find that squaddie and wring his neck. Your days are numbered mate.
( , Mon 27 Mar 2006, 1:19, Reply)
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