Had the mother of all bollockings from a Guards GSM for having the audacity to be in bed during a block inspection. Waited for the hurricane to pass over me and then produced my sick chit that said that I was bedded down
Cue one GSM turning bright red, a very smart about turn and then marching off
Not a funny inspection, more of an ironic story...
Pops came home one day and said the hospital where he works failed an inspection because of the fire extinguishers being the wrong type (think they all changed colour or something)
So, A new job lot was ordered and delivered, however there was no one available to change them and there was no storage space alloted for them so they were all dumped in front of one of the fire escapes.
That's not funny that's normal. We had the same rule for washing in the washing machine and wet clothes in the drying room. Bit of a pain in the ass wehn at least 12 would share one washer and we had at least 2 bloack inspections per week.
funniest inspection I ever had was after being found not to have ironed my bed sheets properly. I had to carry my whole bed on to show parade; queue me stood outside block heating up iron, unplugging it, running out to iron bed, over and over. I lived on the second floor of the block so couldn't iron it upstairs.
On arrival at Balaclava camp,Little Aden,provost Cpl. not impressed when I dragged all my kit across his carefully swept area of sand in front of Guard Room.
On being informed my mess tins were a bit grubby,I was instructed 'don't bull them,just polish them with brasso.' Yeah,right.
Would that have been in the SNCO's Mess at Deepcut by any chance? Done several courses there and been told that the parking spaces outside the mess are for Civvy's and we had to park in the main carpark at the bottom of the hill.
At the Apprentices Training College at Arborfield, we had a Sgt's block inspection. Upon walking into our room he went straight to the first bed on the left, who's owner was known a a bit of an admin knightmare.
"WHO DID IT, A.T. H******N? TELL ME WHO THE F*CK DID IT! TELL ME WHO DID IT AND I'LL RAG THEM TILL THEY F*CKING BLEED!!!"
"Who did what, Sgt?
"WHO THE F*CK'S BEEN JUMPING UP AND DOWN ON YOUR BED?"
Very funny, and very pleased he left the rest of us alone as I didn't clean my Mags.
I'll just bet that it taught you attention to detail though! Either that or it taught you that if they are out to get you.....they'll get you anyhow and you just can't win! Either way, valuable lessons.
G10 stores Inspection Fally - A troop sub loo-ey had us move everything outside on to the vehicle park. He had the bright spark of an idea that he would visibly check EVERY item going back in and therefore provide the most accurate inventory the army had ever seen. - -
Don't know how, but I seem to remember a lot more stuff coming out than going back in.
Yeah had that one before, they said it was a fire hazard!! as was the microwave, the couch, the towel drying on the radiator and so on! if it didnt have an NSN and wasnt clean and shinny it was ready to burst into combustion!
was told as a sgt i couldnt park my car in the mess car park at deepcut, unless i was a ssgt or sgt major. the place was empty as it was a sgts cse that was on.. was wheel clamped by the provo..and a sticker added to my car window..i informed the provost sgt that if he didnt remove the said unoffical wheel clamp and sticker pdq , i was calling the civi police..
it disappeared so quick...didnt have any parking probs after that either..