He's a Green Jacket FFS - he's hardly going to turn up for duty wearing anything he is supposed to be wearing.
Don't we love our thinking man's soldiers!He's a Green Jacket FFS - he's hardly going to turn up for duty wearing anything he is supposed to be wearing.
He's wearing all that is necessary, and nothing that is not.
That's the fellaNope. Not A frames. More like H. They were rectangular, like a very short ladder, made of alloy, with holes at intervals along both sides, and across all of the 5 or 6 horizontals. This gave you an infinity of options for affixing shoulder straps, and for using straps utility to lash burdens of all shapes and size to the metal frame, which was kept off your back by 3 or 4 more tensioned horizontal webbing straps.
I once had a discussion in Detmold about whether I should stand up when the RSM comes into the room, l looked up from what I was doing and said good morning sir, he said I'll just go back out and we'll try that again.Don't we love our thinking man's soldiers!
Watched a Guards officer remonstration with a gaggle of Green jackets their logic was breathtaking and their answer was no boss!
Sorry, my mistake. Perhaps I meant was the CCF at one point known as the Junior Division of the OTC. Went to a centenary dinner for the CCF at my old school a few years back.Only if I'm much mistaken about CCFs pre-dating OTCs by about a half-century (although I'll confess to never having researched the history of the OTC, whereas I had to produce a summary history of both ACF and CCF in order to demonstrate to HQ LAND how the accountability structures between Army and Cadets had atrophied to the point of ineffectuality in the years after WW2)
You lot speak another language. At IDB it was mutual respect between the Green Machine (A coy) and the Guards (B coy). As a Scot Div Platoon Commander under command of a Guards company commander, 2i/c, CSM and C/Sgt it was a bit like Sandhurst all over again this time with slightly dirtier boots!I once had a discussion in Detmold about whether I should stand up when the RSM comes into the room, l looked up from what I was doing and said good morning sir, he said I'll just go back out and we'll try that again.
He came back in and I said good morning sir again, he stared for a bit and said don't you stand up when the RSM comes into a room, I replied no.
We had a little chat with him saying he would check on what I said with any other RGJ bods and get back to me, there were a few of us there including a Captain so he was able to get a broad view.
I don't recall ever seeing him again!
Come to think of it he was Guards!
I recall that particular cell phone like, man portable radio, being strapped to the 'H' frame described by @Stonker .Including the much loved and respected A41 as well as it's lightweight batteries.
See my above, reference mortars.We used to fix 2 x Milan K115 Missiles onto those frames and tab around with them in the Man-Pack role.
Holcombe Moor, eh?I recall that particular cell phone like, man portable radio, being strapped to the 'H' frame described by @Stonker .
As an ACF Cadet in the early 70's, I recall lugging one of them around on many signals exercises over Holcombe Moor. I did pity the poor schmuck that had to carry the spare batteries in their large packs. At least I had straps on the frame to keep the sharp edges off my back. No wonder my body is fecked!
Blimey, this thread is firing some seldom used electrons in the grey matter.
ETA: I think it was the A41 we used back then, I may have killed a few brain cells since.
To paraphrase an old saying.Pack frames, A frames, H frames? Wot's all that about?
If we had to move anywhere, it was just sling your gear on the tank, fill up the boiling vessel for a brew, and sit down. Orf we went. (In green combats)