Munster Nord - Site Guard

biffins-bridge

War Hero
two-four-albert said:
biffins-bridge said:
Anyone got a google earth link to the site, I saw it on google earth a few years ago but despite repeated attempts this morning I couldn't find it. I found Handorf, where the school was, and Munster nord but I dont really know where the site was.
http://baor-locations.com/GoogleEarth.aspx
Cheers mate, you can even see the shadow cast by the primary tower, its so clear I can almost smell the semen encrusted heaters!!
 
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biffins-bridge said:
homeworker said:
Who can forget the primary tower......
Are those recent photos of the tower's, are they still there? We could open a site guard re-enactment society :p
on your own there biffins, feck living off brown sauce sandwiches again because there was feck all left by the time you got back in.
 

biffins-bridge

War Hero
A_Knocker_Till_The_End said:
biffins-bridge said:
homeworker said:
Who can forget the primary tower......
Are those recent photos of the tower's, are they still there? We could open a site guard re-enactment society :p
on your own there biffins, feck living off brown sauce sandwiches again because there was feck all left by the time you got back in.
Brown sauce, we dreamed of such luxuries when we were last in from the towers and only got a slice of stale range cake!!
 
Used to love watching the yanks go off on phys, running out the gate singing their nice running songs, all in step, all singing their hearts out, very proud like......then coming back 15 mins later(if that) struggling to get a word out between gasps and strung out down the road, then saying to them "Is that it?" :twisted:

....oh and the continuous black foreheads because lads kept forgetting to check the inside of their helmets for boot polish. :blush:
 

Blodders

Old-Salt
Did that one with 29 in the early 90s, main memories are on the QRF shift doing patrols outside the perimeter with the Sqn 2 ice-cream (Negligent Nige), what a tool that man was, he insisted on wearing a set of PNGs (a real novelty then) despite it being clear and moonlit for the whole time we were there. The daft Cnut kept walking into trees and tripping over cos he couldn't work out the perspective. The. on the radio, his use of comedy "veiled speech", referring to "the obvious noisy callsign" whilst a helicopter was hovering around FFS!
 

homeworker

War Hero
biffins-bridge said:
homeworker said:
Who can forget the primary tower......
Are those recent photos of the tower's, are they still there? We could open a site guard re-enactment society :p
I believe that they are relatively recent, the place has been abandoned and left to deteriorate. The piccies came from German guy's website - apparently the locals do trips out there to show people what the cold war dinosaurs were doing in their names.
 

gten98

Swinger
Almost forgot about that experience,remember the cockroaches in the kitchen?. I also had two birthdays there. 1987 & 88, what a waste of time. I think we used triv pursuit cards to entertain everyone in the towers, via the radio from the main tower.
 

panzermeyer

Old-Salt
Blimey, this whole thread has made me shudder.

Site guard - a soul destroying shitfest of an experience in your life that you will never claw back. I remember that every yank you came across was a complete throbber, I remember the almost amusing stacatto statements you 'formally' had to make when on duty, particularly the one that you were supposed to deliver on the point of killing someone, I remember the tedious walk to each tower complete with its own special odour and scratched on almost suicidal grafitti, I remember the goldfish bowl, I remember the cockroaches, I remember the crappy school house that you dossed in, but I particularly remember thinking why me! :D

One stand out memory that I have of this is being stuck in a tower with another lad (who is mentioned in the strange sapper thread) who was having a break down whilst being goaded on over the comms system by other lads!!!! His site guard had started badly, memory is foggy on this but I have a nagging feeling that it may have involved an ND in the sandpit when coming off guard. This coupled with his general poor performance within the troop / squadron tipped certain NCO characters over the edge.

The long and short of it was that on his next stag rotation he was being mercilessly ripped on the comms system. By the time that he got to my tower he was in bits. He sat propped against the radiator in tears with his forehead on the action end of his SLR blubbing and talking about ending it all, whilst fumbling around with the other end of the weapon. In hindsight I remember this now and it seemed like a potential Private Piles moment straight out of Full Metal Jacket! I had one hand dealing with the comms thus allowing me to tell others to wind their critical necks in, whilst the other was tasked with removing his SLR from him! A select committee from the gold fish bowl eventually came out to remove him and provided a replacement.

Site guard was up there with other shit lobs like Vogelsang, essentially designed to utterly piss off your average (and above and below average) Sapper!
 
gten98 said:
Almost forgot about that experience,remember the cockroaches in the kitchen?. I also had two birthdays there. 1987 & 88, what a waste of time. I think we used triv pursuit cards to entertain everyone in the towers, via the radio from the main tower.
We used to have a trivial challenge when on stag.
Primary tower gave the question over the radio and we had to phone in the answer.

At stag change one time they asked us to write down the states of America, between us we got all but 2 so we asked the Yanks if they could fill in the blanks. They managed to get all but 6.
 

Renut

Old-Salt
Christ.......... Id pushed this place to the far recesses of my old befuddled mind and now I cant get rid of the thought of the place. Wandering round the perimeter of the place from sanger to sanger which as I remember used to smell quite musky, ripped and sticky thrap mags and having to check in with the guard commander every 15mins. I do remember a troopy (cant remember his name but he was a gangly blonde drink of water) trying to catch someone napping in the sangers and falling off one of the ladders. Happy Days
 

Moosaca

Old-Salt
Oh the memories. I remember the long slogs between towers - a complete mind drain. That is of course till faced with the 'Challenge'. We had a bloke in the Sqn (16) who decided to lighten up the party......he drew an eye on each of his arrse cheeks and when he saw his relief coming opened the shutter, stuck his butt out the opening and in true Ace Ventura style called 'Halt, who goes there?'

On looking up and seeing this I fell to my knees pi$$ing myself with laughter. There was a major panic as the main tower thought I'd been slotted!!!!!!

They should issue a medal to all who had to endure that.
 

treborre

Old-Salt
Moosaca said:
Oh the memories. I remember the long slogs between towers - a complete mind drain. That is of course till faced with the 'Challenge'. We had a bloke in the Sqn (16) who decided to lighten up the party......he drew an eye on each of his arrse cheeks and when he saw his relief coming opened the shutter, stuck his butt out the opening and in true Ace Ventura style called 'Halt, who goes there?'

On looking up and seeing this I fell to my knees pi$$ing myself with laughter. There was a major panic as the main tower thought I'd been slotted!!!!!!

They should issue a medal to all who had to endure that.
Come on Moosaca - name him! What Tp was he? Was he 2 or 3 Tp?
 

panzermeyer

Old-Salt
Moosaca said:
Oh the memories. I remember the long slogs between towers - a complete mind drain. That is of course till faced with the 'Challenge'. We had a bloke in the Sqn (16) who decided to lighten up the party......he drew an eye on each of his arrse cheeks and when he saw his relief coming opened the shutter, stuck his butt out the opening and in true Ace Ventura style called 'Halt, who goes there?'

On looking up and seeing this I fell to my knees pi$$ing myself with laughter. There was a major panic as the main tower thought I'd been slotted!!!!!!

They should issue a medal to all who had to endure that.
:lol: :lol: :lol: Quality!
 

dunstaggin

Old-Salt
They used to call this SAS guard in the early 70's and thankfully I managed to get away with this BS.

Tales of guarding nothing in warehouses as they , contrary to orders, had a look inside. They were supposed to be guarding rocket motors but in reality were just being bored to insensibility .
 
One of the Americans decided to escort the tower reliefs with a broom handle pretending he was in front of a military band, two challenges,(1 more than neccesary) safety catch off, and noticing the section behind him had gone into all round defence but were ALL looking at HIM about to be 7.62 ventilated, gave him a reality check and means he's still walking and talking today.
 

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