Feces smeared brig rooms.
My Grandad was part of the Navy medical crews bringing troops back after the 2nd world war. He was only a young lad and had just completed his medical training at college. Some of the stuff he saw he's never forgotten and will gladly tell you about them if you dare to visit him in his nursing home.

Some of the tales he's told me include the soldiers that had shellshock and other war related psychological problems being locked in makeshift padded cells. They'd then be left in there for the duration of the journey. They'd need to have their cells sprayed out daily due to them staging 'dirty protests' though.

They also had insufficient basic supplies for their needs and would often have to reach for bottles of whiskey whenever actual anisthetic ran short.

When I lived up North I had a friend and neighbour who had been in the special forces in Ireland. He'd done a few terms out there if I remember correctly. In the pub after a few beers he'd tell you some real horror stories. He did have a few humourous tales aswell though.

He told me one about them rushing a house on an estate under cover of darkness. They were about 50 yards away from the house when there was an almighty crash and a scream. They all checked their positions etc and then discovered the cause. One of the squad hadn't spotted that the bit of ground he was moving across was elevated from the street ahead. He'd jumped the little wall at the end and plumeted onto a parked car underneath. He later found out that someone had done something identical early in the week when they were on a fact finding mission and had broken both of their legs because of the lack of parked car underneath.

There were loads more but it's been a few years and I can't remember them.

We used to laugh about him being a stalker as he'd pop up in the pub whenever I was there having seen me walk past his house on the way there. He still lives in my old street with his missus and keeps an eye on my mum for me now that she lives on her own. He was over there fast as a shot when the burglar alarm went off one night. I'd feel sorry for any body that was daft enough to be caught by him. By all accounts he's a handy bastard.
( Evil Bastardo, Tue 28 Mar 2006, 14:49, Reply)