Sitting here in a miasma of pish, rinsing my incontinence pants and trying to steal enough oxygen to forestall the men with coffins, I have a Eureka moment arising from my useless past. Share it and make the necessary insults. I enjoy them!
TB - I'm not allowed to display quals but I was sub sgt two days after my 21st birthday. There followed 8 years to Ssgt and 4 years as one of them. 6 as WOII. That's how it was in those days. Very few even knew the colour of the ink on Army ed certs and I had been lucky at college. I seemed to get into small and later 1 man band dets. I was sneaky and got units to request me by name when reporting crimes for us to deal with. My approach was that promotion reduced the number of (idjuts) who could tell me what to do rather than any wish to be a leader. All stemmed from being beasted on square and seeing sergeants in their mess eating buttery toast. I was told they were sybil and I decided that was for me.