sharpend wrote:
The final drill I did was in the Brize swimming pool when I was age of 55 and being told to swim 2 lengths with a flying suit on (which acted as a great sea anchor).
When they introduced the fitness test
, the elf 'n safety mob insisted that aged old farts such as you and I, Blunty, wore those cardiac monitor things to ensure that nothing went off-scale high as we furiously pedalled away to nowhere.
When one of our even older colleagues got back from a swimming pool wet drill, having been given the same instruction as you, he looked utterly knackered and all-in. So when I was invited by 'combat loadie' to do the same I told him he could ***k off in fine pitch until the risk had been assessed and mitigated. "Yer wot?" was the reply - so instead I volunteered for another day by (and in) the sea down Devon way!