RSM story (2)
Went, 1 pilot, 1 me to do trooping at some place with lots of brown jobs- Junior Leaders base, I think....
Went to the Sgt's Mess, booked in, abluted etc, then down to the bar. As counselled by old gits (I was 22), I sought out the senior member, introduced myself, and asked if I could jion them. Bloggs introduces me to the RSM propping up the bar. He says hello, then without hesitation, orders Bloggs to buy me a pint. He did, without hesitation too! Got leathered!
After a while he's in story mode. "Well see, 'ad to sort the barstwewards out only last week. I come striding onto the parade ground with me gravell crunchers on, swish to a really smart halt only to fall on me arse! Well the buggers laughed- can you believe it? I 'ad 'em though, marched 'em 9 miles in their no 2's, straight into a lake and then 9 miles straight back. Who's grinning now, says I? You gotta keep on 'em see."