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Even worse with eating irons!
On one of the final night's celebrations prior to its closure there was quite a lot of damage caused by OR's who disliked the thought of the UJ Club becoming designated as the Singapore Armed Forces Officers' Club. Some of the known participants, along with other 'volunteers' from locally-based units, were subsequently invited to take part in the clear up.
At a disciplinary hearing at RAF Changi in late 1971, a statement from a redcap (Military Police) went along the lines of "....when I asked the accused, who was standing on top of the piano holding a fire extinguisher, what he was doing he replied "Putting out the fire Corporal!"
I'm not sure if this was the same piano that eventually ended in the deep end of the pool.
At a disciplinary hearing at RAF Changi in late 1971, a statement from a redcap (Military Police) went along the lines of "....when I asked the accused, who was standing on top of the piano holding a fire extinguisher, what he was doing he replied "Putting out the fire Corporal!"
I'm not sure if this was the same piano that eventually ended in the deep end of the pool.
you’d need a decent sized bag to carry your carving materials - to make all those carbolic soap on a rope cocks you were so proud of. You know, the ones all the WRAFs loved back in the day. Must have been such a hit.
I'm almost embarrassed to contribute having read some of the posts.........but here goes! Standing in a field in Germany on ex Lion Heart getting pay (and LOA) in a brown envelope. Staring in disbelief at the prices in the NAAFI at St Georges Barracks in Minden. Growing up fast! My mate running into me and writing a Bedford TM off.......errrr, there may have been some paperwork involved but not much. Same mate blowing the turbo on the replacement TM and our SSM asking "would you like me to have an effing tow truck accompany you everywhere Docherty?!" Another mate who was "Don R" having his helmeted head stuffed through the grill of another TM when someone selected reverse instead of second and reversed into three of us chatting! Errrrr, definitely no paperwork on that one!! Falling asleep in a rest area and finding the convoy had moved off........waking the snoring lance jack in the drivers seat and asking for the map......"what map?" and thinking "we're f*cked now!"
This is without doubt, the best thread ever!!! My god, what an anodyne world we live in..........I'm waiting for a call from 1984 telling me I can go back!
This is without doubt, the best thread ever!!! My god, what an anodyne world we live in..........I'm waiting for a call from 1984 telling me I can go back!
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walking into a pitch black HAS to find some guy with a dim torch trying to do a bf on a Jag, asking why he hasn’t turned the lights on to be told it’s all in German and no one has showed him how to… educating the guy on let there be light and getting a cheery thanks.
walking into a pitch black HAS to find some guy with a dim torch trying to do a bf on a Jag, asking why he hasn’t turned the lights on to be told it’s all in German and no one has showed him how to… educating the guy on let there be light and getting a cheery thanks.
Major Readiness Test of the Army National Units assigned to the 30th Infantry Division (Mechanized) to determine if the NG with additional equipment, funding, and training periods above the standard then in place could be ready to deploy to combat in six weeks time.
Venue...Fort Stewart south of Savannah in Georgia....August....HOT, lots of Bugs, Snakes, swamp, just the kind of place the Army loved.
Regular Army Inspection Team going through the Unit's as we arrived (mine the Division Aviation Company (UH-1 Hueys and OH-58 Kiowas).....Inspector with Unit TO and E in hand (Table of Organization and Equipment List)....going down the line of vehicles....encounters the spare Pilots lounging as only Army Warrant Officer Helicopter Pilots know how to do....not impressed the Colonel doing the inspection. Cued up snarky attitude of said Colonel when he discovered a non-TOE vehicle (per the Regular Army TOE) and insisted to know just what the truck was carrying.....response....that is our Shower Truck (locally modified with Immersion Heaters/Water Tanks, Shower Heads on each side complete with fold down wooden Pallets for the prevention of mud there of. Colonel not amused.
Then the Colonel encountered another non Reg Army Truck....this one with a generator with bulk fuel tank....and eight once coin operated Coca-Cola Canned Softdrink Machines....four for Soda Pop and four for Beer.
At which point said Colonel had the kind of Snit fit rarely seen in our Division Area.....and when reminded of the US Army Regulation that stated a Unit Commander was authorized to alter his Unit TOE to fit local requirements....the Colonel got very snarky indeed and asked just what the hell we thought we were doing bringing that....that....finger extended and quivering at the offending vehicles...to the Readiness Test!
When from in the ranks of the ranks of the attending Warrant Officer Pilots was heard....."Silly SOB (abbreviated for politeness)....does he think we are coming to the Field without our Showers and Cold Beer?".
The impact of that statement was one of the highlights of that six weeks in the wilds of Fort Stewart!
Venue...Fort Stewart south of Savannah in Georgia....August....HOT, lots of Bugs, Snakes, swamp, just the kind of place the Army loved.
Regular Army Inspection Team going through the Unit's as we arrived (mine the Division Aviation Company (UH-1 Hueys and OH-58 Kiowas).....Inspector with Unit TO and E in hand (Table of Organization and Equipment List)....going down the line of vehicles....encounters the spare Pilots lounging as only Army Warrant Officer Helicopter Pilots know how to do....not impressed the Colonel doing the inspection. Cued up snarky attitude of said Colonel when he discovered a non-TOE vehicle (per the Regular Army TOE) and insisted to know just what the truck was carrying.....response....that is our Shower Truck (locally modified with Immersion Heaters/Water Tanks, Shower Heads on each side complete with fold down wooden Pallets for the prevention of mud there of. Colonel not amused.
Then the Colonel encountered another non Reg Army Truck....this one with a generator with bulk fuel tank....and eight once coin operated Coca-Cola Canned Softdrink Machines....four for Soda Pop and four for Beer.
At which point said Colonel had the kind of Snit fit rarely seen in our Division Area.....and when reminded of the US Army Regulation that stated a Unit Commander was authorized to alter his Unit TOE to fit local requirements....the Colonel got very snarky indeed and asked just what the hell we thought we were doing bringing that....that....finger extended and quivering at the offending vehicles...to the Readiness Test!
When from in the ranks of the ranks of the attending Warrant Officer Pilots was heard....."Silly SOB (abbreviated for politeness)....does he think we are coming to the Field without our Showers and Cold Beer?".
The impact of that statement was one of the highlights of that six weeks in the wilds of Fort Stewart!
We deployed some Hueys via C-130 to NZ for an exercise, and with us was an Army Ground Liaison Officer (GLOWORM) who brought his khaki-coloured Postie bike. The bike was almost empty of fuel, it just had enough for Major Malfunction to ride it down to the fuel dump, where he ordered the Corporal to fill it up.
"But..Sir..."
"NO BUTS CORPORAL! Fill it up!"
So, he filled it up, with diesel.
Mal got about 50 yards before the poor little thing wheezed and stopped. Mal was raging as he pushed it back to our lines and got his Captain to sort it out. Much muffled guffaws from the aircrews.
"But..Sir..."
"NO BUTS CORPORAL! Fill it up!"
So, he filled it up, with diesel.
Mal got about 50 yards before the poor little thing wheezed and stopped. Mal was raging as he pushed it back to our lines and got his Captain to sort it out. Much muffled guffaws from the aircrews.
Wife of the RSM at an Officer Training Unit not far from Sydney had a baby daughter. Overnight, thanks to the efforts of the Chaplain and a couple of officer cadets, the parade ground canons were painted pink.
Next morning parade, the mock-angry RSM bellowed "Who painted the canons pink?"
From somewhere in the back of the parade..."It was the work of God."
The parade then collapsed in guffaws as the duty cadet ran a string of nappies (diapers) up the flag pole.
Next morning parade, the mock-angry RSM bellowed "Who painted the canons pink?"
From somewhere in the back of the parade..."It was the work of God."
The parade then collapsed in guffaws as the duty cadet ran a string of nappies (diapers) up the flag pole.
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How cool is that 
Wasn’t there a Chief that disappeared up in Scotland who simply asked a transiting US Aircraft heading back to the States for a lift and they said sure bud, hop on board, which he did.
I too had dayglo RAF on the bottom of my kitbag. It came in handy hitching.
Wasn’t there a Chief that disappeared up in Scotland who simply asked a transiting US Aircraft heading back to the States for a lift and they said sure bud, hop on board, which he did.
I too had dayglo RAF on the bottom of my kitbag. It came in handy hitching.
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Bumming a lift in a Puma to Catterick allowing a short hitch hike home across country, getting out of the Puma when it lands beside another and thanking the grinning crew as I grab my bag and wander off, watching the pair of Puma departing with the still grinning crewman waving at me out of the door, arriving at the camp gate and having a All Creatures Great and Small moment when I realise I am in the middle nowhere, the camp is deserted and it certainly isn’t Catterick.
