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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Probably for the best, really...I was 12 years old, all excited about joining 'Thurcroft Detachment, C Company, Humberside and South Yorkshire Army Cadet Force' or T'Cadets as we say up north. About 2 weeks into this, someone in their infinate wisdom decided to get us all to field strip the DP Mk4 Lee Enfields (SMLE) which was great while we could see the rifle. They then decided that we should try this blindfold. Now to stop us tearing down the rifle to its bare bones, this field stripping basically involved removing the bolt and magazine. So out pops the bolt, out pops the magazine, pull the w-spring out of the magazine. Great. Did that. In a good time, too. Now all I've got to do us put it back together. The bolt goes back in, and is locked into place. Srabble about on floor, locate w-spring, scrabble scrabble scrabble, locate magazine. And then with all the coordination of a cow on speed trying to answer the phone, I jam the w-spring into the magazine backwards. And jam it in. And further. And further. All the time thinking this should be pressing down a little more easily than it is. Jamjamjamjam. Mmm. Still no real give in it. Jamjamjamjam.
End result? One useless magazine, one parade before 'Staff', and one sad 12 year old being asked not to come back.
Cnutes the lot of them...
You read this, didn't you? Thats a whole minute of your life you aren't getting back, you know?
(, Mon 27 Mar 2006, 15:09, Reply)
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