I recall a story of an old friend of mine Mick who was the Brigadier’s operator.
On one exercise he was driving into location, and ran over a rabbit. Seeing a tiny bunny rabbit standing next to the lifeless body of it’s mother, he was overcome by remorse, and decided the only honourable thing to do, was to look after it. A home was quickly made from a compo box, and numerous carrots were purloined from the cookhouse…
Our Squadron somehow qualified to swim in some big BAOR competition in Berlin, trouble was at the last minute it was discovered that whoever travelled would need a perfect ID card to get through the East German lines. A quick parade and ID check later and about 2 of the swimmers had good enough ID cards, the remainder of the "team" was selected like this...
"Right you lot anyone with a perfect ID card stand…
Some men fulfil their destiny, due to the support of a wonderful wife, others, despite the ‘’support’’ of wonderful wife. Again somewhere in Germany in the late 70's
The Squadron’ decided to have a Church Sunday, followed by a curry lunch. The majority of the Squadron had been to previous Church Sunday’s, and as the Catholic service always finished 15 minuets before the C of E, this resulted…
I was in the Naafi cafe in a barracks somwhere in Germany....
I made my order to the Naafi lady behind the kitchenette like counter of the cafeteria
"Can I have two egg sandwiches but can you make sure the eggs have raw yolks and burnt whites with lots of grease and ard bread rolls"?
"Sorry sir, said the Naafi lady " we cant do that for you"
"You managed it yesteray"
I KID YOU NOT THAT…
Heres a story of me as a young squaddy in Germany back in the late 70's
I had broken my humorus within 2 days of arriving in germany and the military hospital had no idea what to do with it they just left it broken for a year or so, the squadron just kept sending me home on leave to get rid of the problem.
On one of these back home jaunts I was returning from leave on the ferry from Hull to Zeebruge when I met a…
