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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RolphDon't know if this is a sort of Urban Myth but I did hear it from a pilot: When I was in the CCF (only good bit about school) in early 70's we got to go flying Chipmunks (RAF Trainer Plane) at RAF Church Fenton.
As the trainee, you sat behind the pilot but couldn't see him for all the clocks & dials. You were told that whilst flying, if you felt sick then there was a brown sick-bag to use. If you used one, as you were taxi-ing after landing you had to pass said bag over the dash to the pilot.
Pilot's favourite trick was to have a sick-bag with him pre-filled with Minestrone soup. As the plane stopped, the pilot handed the bag to the ground crew who all produced spoons out of their pockets and proceeded to help themselves. He said the look on the young kids face was a picture! To be hoped he never got the bags mixed up.
Niiice.
(, Wed 29 Mar 2006, 13:33, Reply)
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