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The Army & Young Uns
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wbeedie
, Oct 05 2008 10:21 PM
43 replies to this topic
#35
Posted 13 October 2008 - 07:25 PM
I like the audio text idea Mr.R for when I get really decrepit...dae ye get braille text as well ??...naw,that's just plain daft !!
Some learn by reading,some ask questions,others observe...but there's always one who has to pee on an electric fence for himself.
#44
Posted 01 November 2008 - 12:08 PM
Just picked up a wee poster from when I was in the Army it goes this way
JUST IMAGINE
Its 3 o clock in the morning,you're stood in a sodding hole in the ground upto the bollocks in mud,frog spawn and all sorts of other goooey substances. Its been pissing it down (non stop) for the past three days and your last rolly is so soaked it wouldnt light even if you poured a gallon of petrol down the end, all you have had ti eat for the past week is boil inthe bag rice and oatmeal biscuits with a sell by daate before 1962.The neaest bit of civilization is about 4 miles away in the distance, an old maggot farm run by a couple of senile old krauts who hate the Britishand would probably fill your arse full of lead shot if you were to venture withinhalf a mile of the place.
Your hands are so cold that if the enemy were to appear your fingers would need half an houur in a microwave before they would consider pulling the trigger on your semi rusted away rifle . Your only contact with life over the past week was over five hours ago, the smarmy bastard of a C.O. in his mega heated Land Rover with those everso reassuring words "Keep it up Soldier, only another 3 days to go!"
Three more days, then its a forty mile foot slog back to camp followed by an eighteen month tour of Northern Ireland
THATS THE REALITY ,IF YOU WANT TO HEAR THE BULSHIT POP DOWN TO YOUR LOCAL ARMY CAREERS OFFICE
BE ALL YOU CAN BE
JUST IMAGINE
Its 3 o clock in the morning,you're stood in a sodding hole in the ground upto the bollocks in mud,frog spawn and all sorts of other goooey substances. Its been pissing it down (non stop) for the past three days and your last rolly is so soaked it wouldnt light even if you poured a gallon of petrol down the end, all you have had ti eat for the past week is boil inthe bag rice and oatmeal biscuits with a sell by daate before 1962.The neaest bit of civilization is about 4 miles away in the distance, an old maggot farm run by a couple of senile old krauts who hate the Britishand would probably fill your arse full of lead shot if you were to venture withinhalf a mile of the place.
Your hands are so cold that if the enemy were to appear your fingers would need half an houur in a microwave before they would consider pulling the trigger on your semi rusted away rifle . Your only contact with life over the past week was over five hours ago, the smarmy bastard of a C.O. in his mega heated Land Rover with those everso reassuring words "Keep it up Soldier, only another 3 days to go!"
Three more days, then its a forty mile foot slog back to camp followed by an eighteen month tour of Northern Ireland
THATS THE REALITY ,IF YOU WANT TO HEAR THE BULSHIT POP DOWN TO YOUR LOCAL ARMY CAREERS OFFICE
BE ALL YOU CAN BE
Some people accuse me of thinking the world revolves around me, but it doesn't. It revolves around the Sun which shines out of my arse.