Crappy cardboard suitcases, flasher macs, exercises with tens of thousands involved (Brave Defender anyone? I still have the badge!), annual Colours Parades, 84mm Charlie Gs, Series 2 LR, Mk1 NBC Suits with separate hoods (when you could get them at all.....).

Radio messages from Fox CVR(W) on Lionheart

"Hello 0 this is C23 CONTACT! 3x T72 gr 12345678 engaged 2 destroyed
third withdrawn out"

Orange handbags for breakfast

Happy days

Everything you'd ever need in two kidney-pouches and one 'large' (snigger) pack.
Uniform and webbing that doubled your weight when wet.
Trench-foot, hypothermia and heat-stroke. Often on the same Welsh mid-summers' day.
Spike-holes in your napper.
Shaving your shirt more than your face.
Getting out of your gonk-bag looking like you'd been chicken-molesting all night.
Scrim-scarves.
Trying to make sparks on parade.
Boots, Combat High were about the Gucci-est thing on the planet.
Spending a fortnights' exercise pay in an hour and not caring.
Being invited to eighteenth birthday do's and the occasional engagement party.
The Septic's were going to save us from the Red Horde.
The N in NBC scared everyone sh1tless.
Badgers and Bears were the heralds of doom.
Convincing the unit plank that Spetsnaz had been seen parachuting into the training area. In Otterburn.
Lugging the Charlie G or LMG was something you looked forward to.
Hanging off the back gate of a 4 tonner with the stock of your SMG folded up and leering at all the girls.
Girls leering back.
Ration-packs like school dinners.

Ahh. Kids today don't know they're born.

People saying:
"It's a numbers game" or
"you are only as good as your last weekend"

Green woollen gloves that didn't cover the wrist.

Woven plastic boot insoles - usually solid with talc.

More than 20 years but "Crusader 80"...........fcuking cold in my 2 man basher.....and wet as we only had ponchos to keep out the rain.

Funny but we could only dream about an enemy with a different coloured skin.

The new fangled and slightly dodgy SA80 A1.
Skiing along picking up magazines that had dropped off peoples weapons!

Having to say goodbye to the L4 LMG

Those shoite little snow Gaiters that came up to your ankles when the inf (Para) got long green ones and not being allowed to wear green yeti extrems as the weren't 'issued' (FFS!)

The SLR, RIP!

Originally Posted by B_AND_T

The SLR, RIP!

Small Metal Gun, ditto...

Best exercise bottle opener on the market which always produced a 'you treat your weapons like that'? from septics the first time they saw one pop a lid!