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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Sort of on-topicDuring a drunken snowball fight on a ski trip this winter a wayward snowball happened to strike an alarmingly large chap with very short hair and an even shorter fuse. This bloke and his equally simian mate were Royal Marines who reasonably pointed out that they had just got back from fighting a fucking war in Iraq for us fuckers and that the last thing they needed was for some poxy student cunts to lob fucking snowballs at their fucking faces.
My mate is not especially known for his tact, common sense or his ability to calm a tense situation, but even for him his next comments were spectaculaly silly. "We didn't ask you to fight a war for us" he says. Oh dear. "Besides, we pay your wages!" Now my mate is a medical student, meaning that not only is he yet to have paid a single penny in taxes, but when he does start coughing up they're going to be taken from his generous, tax funded, National Health Service pay packet.
Needless to say we got rather pummeled. But on the upside it is good to know that if they're was some sort of global bullet supply crisis that our boys would still kick butt. Assuming, of course, that the opposing army was exclusively made up of mal-nourished, lank-haired students.
(, Mon 27 Mar 2006, 19:48, Reply)
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