Well when I was a sprog, I had this nasty big Sgt shout at me in a quite frightful manner that really upset me no end!
My bed was also apple-pied, and some very naughty person used to chuck my bed pack on the floor which meant I had to make again every day!
I was also forced into doing dreadful womanly things, such as washing my own clothing and even doing the ironing (sorry girls, just a joke you understand)
And at the first sqn I joined, I was told to go to stores and get a pair of falopian tubes for a Vulcan. (That really upset me quite a lot that did!
How was I to know that Vulcans didn't have falopian tubes fitted??)
Frankly, all these events have left serious mental scars that haunt me even today, some 35 years later. I still wake up at night dreaming of bull nights, square bashing and having to live in the same room as some very unpleasant people 9that bit is true!!)
I must pop off to see Uncle Gilbert Blades and see if he can't get me some compensation for these terrible incidents I think.
Stupid prat, can't take a joke................................
Kind regards
TSM
'Caruthers, I need a large glass of the famous stuff and then I need a lie down'