Graduation Day, the NCO Discip was standing outside the church with uniform sharp as a razor, boots that put mirrors to shame and a pace stick stuck under his arm as now ex-cadets, mums and grannies came out. One bloke walked out of church with no hat in sight and was spotted immediately.
The NCO turned puce and started “WHE-ERE’s your H-A-T…” then bit his tongue, tried to keep his lips tightly closed, clenched his teeth but couldn’t stop “….C#NT??!!?” , then snapped himself to attention, about turned and marched himself off.