BAOR & Raves

It’s entirely possible. I think you could join the army at 15 and 9 months, so it’s possible they could have completed their training whilst still being 16. I’m pretty sure we had a lad in our battalion in Germany who was still 16 when he joined us, this was only around 2003/2004.
Doubt it I was earmarked for Germany after my trade course but was still 17 have to be 18 to serve overseas
 
The Happy Mondays first album was recorded in Driffield in 87 or 88 where a load of RLC ( I think) got their first taste of rave culture before spreading it into the various parts of Germany.
Indeed, and my old Driffield school pal Russell Webster was the owner of the Slaughterhouse Studios where it all happened.

Interestingly Russ also did some time in the Int Corp. After he left and before the Slaughterhouse I was wondering along one day from York Barracks, Munster to the TocH and there he was, selling motors on well handsome (to him) finance terms. I refused to buy one of him.

He got about a bit.
 
Can remeber going to places like the cave club in Hamburg along the Reeperbahn and the Rose club in Hanover And the Swan? Just up the road from Fally, The Rose club was the old Hanomag factory where they made these bad boys
 
Were you thinking of anyone in particular?

Or not knowing the difference between a TRF and a DZ Flash, eh? By the way, I never wore one during my army time. I left a long time before they were introduced. The only flashes I ever wore were the 2 Div cross-keys and, occasionally, the "lazy H" of 11th Inf Bde (later 11th Armd Bde) when I was attached there. However, instead of just making assumptions about my DZ Flash, you might want to gather some info about it. The ARRSEr @Cutaway would be you man for that.

MsG
Good god, another thread ruined by Pants O'Flame.

Do us all a favour and take your industrial grade bullshit to another site.
 
Good god, another thread ruined by Pants O'Flame.

Do us all a favour and take your industrial grade bullshit to another site.
Not the first time Herr Flammenkeks has bullshitted about Berlin's SO36. As well as bezzering with Bowie and Iggy Pop, he was also tooled-up security and quite the shagnasty, according to himself:

"How did we meet? I used to frequent a disco by the name of “SO36” in the Skalitzer Straße in the district of Kreuzberg, West Berlin. They played a mixture of punk and reggae there, and I’m a sucker for reggae. The disco regularly featured live punk and reggae bands from the UK. Brit squaddies discovered the place somewhere in the middle of 1979 and Joachim (Achim) Schächtle, one of the co-owners, and who knew I was ex-British Army, asked me to keep an eye on the lads. That wasn’t actually necessary, because they never caused any fuss, no matter how pissed they were. My friendship with Achim started when there was an Old Bill raid on SO36 (I’ve no idea why) and we both had to bang out of the nearby emergency-exit rather sharpish because we were both tooled up.

Sometime towards the end of 1979, SO36 featured a punk band called “The Warm Jets”. Apparently a couple of them were ex-members of “Cockney Rebel”. I don’t remember all that much about the group, just that the lead singer was a blonde fella with slicked-back hair called Paul and the lead guitarist was a Pole. Because the lads spoke no German, Achim asked me to be his interpreter for the three nights they were appearing. That caught the attention of Martin Kippenberger, a so-called “artist” who’d recently secured himself a stake in SO36. He (Kippenberger) decided to invite The Warm Jets to a restaurant on their second night and I tagged along as their interpreter. The whole party, consisting of about 20 of us, then repaired to Kippenberger’s gaff in Segitzdamm (I believe it was number 8, but I could be wrong there). That’s when I met Gisela Capitain.

Because I was rather, er, “intellectually detached” at the time, having helped to smoke the 20 grammes of solid I brought to the party, I declared myself unfit to drive and Gisela graciously offered me a place in her bed. That was the start of it.

Gisela’s parents were away for Christmas 1979, and so we celebrated together in Selb, the city of Gisela’s birth. Her father was apparently some sort of doodi at “Rosenthal Porzellan”, also based in Selb, Northern Hesse. I’ve no idea about Gisela’s mother or what she did for a living.

A few more facts for you to research, Dorky_Boy, in your relentless pursuit of the “superiority” you so passionately crave, but don’t actually have. But back to West Berlin! Kippenberger’s gaff was a commune at the time in question. That commune (again, at the time) comprised:

Martin Kippenberger. A real “wannabe” artist and total pain in the fückin’ arse, who had many contacts in the West Berlin art world at the time and used them to further his own, entirely self-centred, objectives. No-one knew where he had his money from. There were various guesses that he'd won the lottery at some point or was the beneficiary of an inheritance, but no-one knew for sure, including Gisela Capitain.

Gisela Capitain. A primary-school teacher when I got to know her. Her room in the Segitzdamm commune had swing-doors with windows in them, through which “interested parties” used to observe us shagging.

Hella Utesch. Hella was a contemporary (and good friend) of Claudia Skoda (she of the marvellous woollen jumpers) and specialised in producing leather items (jackets, waistcoats, trousers, etc) in accordance with the ancient Native American craft of joining the parts with thongs, and not with stiches. That gobshite Kippenberger once complained bitterly to me that he’d invested 20,000 Deutschmarks in Hella’s enterprise, but, at the time, hadn’t seen a “Pfennig” of profit.

Klaus Krüger. At the time I met him in Segitzdamm, he was the drummer for the German group “Tangerine Dream. He was mostly away on tours at the time Gisela and I were an item and I never got to really know him, apart from shagging on his bed."
 
"Tooled up" ?! Is Baron von Bullshit now a mockney gangster, as well as an Irish-German-Soviet spy/bodyguard/solider and part time smackhead Cassanova?

If you're going to lie on the internet, at least pick one persona and stick with it.

Aldridge Prior's got nothing on this ****.
 
It’s entirely possible. I think you could join the army at 15 and 9 months, so it’s possible they could have completed their training whilst still being 16. I’m pretty sure we had a lad in our battalion in Germany who was still 16 when he joined us, this was only around 2003/2004.
17 and 3 months to go to Germany during the period he was talking about. I had to go to Glencorse for 3 months in 1987 until I was old enough to go to Hemer. The same thing happened with new lads coming to Berlin in 1991/92.

The whole story of an AWOL soldier being caught dealing drugs while we were there is ringing a bell.
 
Because I was rather, er, “intellectually detached” at the time, having helped to smoke the 20 grammes of solid I brought to the party, I declared myself unfit to drive and Gisela graciously offered me a place in her bed. That was the start of it.

I imagine most people would have a severe case of the whiteys after smoking almost an ounce of hash.
 

PaulinBont

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Whilst the 4 years in the Fatherland 1980-84 went in a sleep-deprived alcoholic haze, I can honestly say we never,ever heard of drug taking
 

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