When it came to ammunition, on the few occasions we did get low it was ugl rounds and link that got there first. Never got to worrying levels
One of our lads at the Palace found a Republican Guard armband and Field Marshall's rank tab from somewhere and wandered out of the guardroom while the QM's gang of highly organised local thieves were queueing up to sign in for another hard day of perving at the COMCEN girls sunbathing and attempting to rape the sprog techs who wandered into the bogs while the LECs spread dirty water round them with a mop older than me.The OC also detested my Iraqi Army uniforms (approx 80 full sets including boots, belts and helmets) which were liberated from a burning stores depot in Al Amarah after it was torched by some aggrieved locals.
Yanks are ace.Hard to pick a best bit...
Getting paid over £600 NRSA in 1999 to do the BN-Islander equipment course in the Isle of Wight and basically get royally fucked for two weeks; some old bootneck ran the Monteagle Hotel and would leave the bar open at night and put cheese and nibbles out for us. As it was off-season too, the locals were surprisingly welcoming to our rugged military prowess. Until some prick overdid it on the Karaoke whilst murdering "it's not unusual" by stripping off halfway through... (in my defence, the DJ suggested it - even though I suspect he didn't think in a million years I actually would....)
Op Octopus 2005, hopping between Sarajevo and BLMF living off a diet of beer, steak, beer, beef jerky, beer, flamin hot cheetos, beer ...and wondering why I'd put on nearly two stone in 4 months. You know when you've overdone it when your autopilot teams up with EM and suggests that instead of going to bed for three hours, why not go to the office instead? That way your EngO will think you are mega-keen being first in work too. It worked. Capt C came in next day "Morning Staff - you're in early, good to see" ...and then five mins later when he goes to grab a coffee "By the way, I'd have been more convinced if you were in uniform and had shaved first!" (How to know your boss is a ******* diamond, Lesson 1)
Final Afghanistan tour - being the only ******* in Bastion still committed, trying to do your job in amongst proper jobsworths trying to womble everything around you. Watching the guys work their magic on the mighty AH, keeping the beasts flying in order to deliver explosive ordnance on our Queen's enemies. Besides the usual J2, it was particularly pleasing each time one of our CPGs reported yet another Taliban warrior is now scattered over 4 grid squares following his morning dump, crimped off by a Hellfire (see by that time, they'd always have a kiddy in tow, as they knew we didn't want to risk CDE by spanking a 'civilian' so we'd have to patiently wait for them to visit the thunderbox).
Col P's top table in the WOs' & Sgts' Mess - holy ******* jesus tittying christ was that messy. We've all worked for shitty officers, we've all worked for good ones. DP was one of the best and it was an honour to be there to see the guy off in style. I caught up with him again last year - in Hooters, San Diego of all places. Playing pool with some amazingly hot chicks in tight hotpants and cropped t-shirts. Which, ironically, is what the girls were also wearing...
Being thrown around in the back of a Lynx. When you're about to go compass swinging in Ballykelly and your crew is a rough looking stripey and a para full-screw, you kind of get the feeling they're not just going to fly in a straight line back to Aldergrove... I'm just glad I kept my brekkie down that day...
Getting into loads of shit for free in America and being "thanked for my Service" after flashing my MOD90 (like all good veterans, I have a spare one that I've not handed in, along with a spare set of dogtags).
I have to say though, the best thing of all is at the very end, having a huge network of mates, financial security for the rest of my life, experience that no money can by, and the confidence to take anything on and appreciate true quality of life.
Oh, and revel in the fact that so many civvie *****, who I despise, pay my wages. And now pension. Forever.
We claimed two Skyhawks as shot down.During Op Corporate 2SG engaged 4 x Argentine jets in the vicinity of Fitzroy. Added to the general mayhem of two burning ships, elements of 2 Para letting rip with dozens of captured FN FALs on full auto, Blowpipe SAMs whizzing off like fireworks, it was quite a show but was all over in a couple of minutes.
All of the aircraft got away I believe.
The 5 Bde Q bloke got a shock about half an hour later when 2SG put in a resupply request for 17,000 rounds of 7.62mm...
Now I fucking well recognise you.Worst moment: Selfie of my unhappy face taken at 22.35 on 7th September 2012.
I'd just come off stag where the command had refused me permission to pop a flare over a figure probing our defences, telling me "don't worry about it". The attack on camp bastion started 7 days later, pretty much to the minute.
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Hehe.....same but different story. Had a mate who went away and did the full twelve month 'langs' course. Once done, he was back to his unit and subsequently deployed to Timor....err the language he did was not conducive to Tetun Prasa.A personal low point was the very rapid realisation that the language that I'd just spent a year and a half learning at Beaconsfield bore only a passing resemblance to that used by the locals. The ability to fluently organise a cocktail party on board an aircraft carrier (I kid you not, that was actually in the syllabus!) was **** all use when faced with an angry Afghan farmer wanting compensation for the donkey my Danish friends had just accidentally brassed up. Fun times!
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