My Experience in The Army Cadet Force

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If that's your real name and location in the post remove it for persec.

It's been a long time since I was a cadet, but sounds like the corporals there were not the sharpest tools in the box, glass hammers and long weights are fine and occasionally funny if the victim is unaware but asking a group to go search for one once the joke has been exposed is pretty bone headed, he should have had a backup plan like an hour of PT for you all as a reward for finding the hammer so quickly.

Little cliques are bound to form, and should be the cpls job to break them up if they are negative. And maybe they are a bit shit or just young and inexperienced and promoted by seniority rather than ability, due to drop outs, so lacking a bit in wit and imagination.

As for eating slop in the pissing rain with narky oppos whilst your fatigues are falling apart, doesn't sound like anything out of the ordinary really, but as for not being able to talk with anyone there, are you a super eager cadet all up for the adventure, and the other lads surly buggers who didn't want to be there? Are you a little too eager? As if I found myself in a situation where rolling through various groups (assuming lots of leavers and new starters) I couldn't find a least one buddy to bitch and gripe with, I'd start to to take a look at myself as I'd be the common factor.

You might be better off joining the Junior Leaders or whatever that program is called these days, where there is no going back to school the next day and the staff will actively break up such cliques to make sure that you all can trust (to **** into your tin of sausage and beans) the man whose got your back.
 
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This is my experience of the Army Cadet Force your experience may of been different. I have nothing to prove that this story is true but trust me I am not making this up or exaggerating the truth! I'm wondering if anybody else had a similar experience to me or if I just got really unlucky? Also I've never told anybody this before and defiantly not parents because they would of gotten all worried about it.

I've wanted to join the British Army since I was 9 so when I was 15 in 2012 I discovered and joined the Army Cadet Force. I immediately noticed that my detachment had some serious problems, the Sergeants were disorganized and the Corporals were abusive, it cost me £10 a week to go and we spent 90% of the time marching up and down a Kwik-Fit car park. The Cadets all hated each other because they were from different schools and they would stand in small groups, it was honestly one of the most unfriendly atmospheres I've ever been in.

So after two months of hammering away I finally became a 1 Star Cadet, I got my uniform and beret which cost me £30, you had to buy your own boots which were even more expensive. Once I got my uniform I managed to work my way into one of the small groups in my detachment, we just stood about in our break time and remained silent until we could return to drill.

(Corporals are all aged 16-18 ) As I said before our Corporals were very abusive and loved to tell us to do dumb shit, for example, our Corporal told us to go out in the pouring rain and search for a glass hammer, obviously we refused to do it so the Corporal went and told the Sergeant that we were refusing to follow orders so the Sergeant came out of his office and yelled at us until we went outside, this made it so the Corporals could tell us to do whatever they wanted us to do no matter how pointless or stupid it was.

After some more extremely boring months of drill I finally got to go on my first camp! It was two days long, (Saturday and Sunday) I had to pay to go and I had to buy all my own kit which approximately came to £150. I was put in a room with cadets from another detachment and they were the worst people I've ever met, they never spoke to each other, the guy on my bunk kept trying to steal my spare clothes and the guy who slept on the bunk in the corner of the room would sit there and watch porn on his phone with the volume turned up loud (He was 12 years old). We spent the two days of camp running, sitting and crawling through a bog for hours on end, we didn't learn anything useful and our clothes were very low quality, my boots got completely wrecked by the gritty water, my belt was ripped to pieces and my pants got a large tear down the side of them which made my legs freezing cold. We were not allowed to cover our uniforms with coats so the cold was almost unbearable and everyone got ill, by the end of the first day we had cadets throwing up and feinting while the Corporals laughed because they were allowed to wear coats and gloves. We were given really greasy food and nothing to drink, there were not enough seats in the small dinner hall so all low ranking cadets had to sit outside in soaking wet kit and try to eat our shite off a plastic plate, there were no jokes or conversation, everyone just sat there in silence and listened to the wind.

Due to my adventurous spirit I would normally enjoy this sort of thing but the lack of communication and hate filled atmosphere made it one of the worst experiences I've ever had, I'd rather have a kidney stone made of broken glass pass through my arse than spend another second with those Cadets.

When I got home from camp I quit the Army Cadet Force and they took my uniform from me. The Army Cadet Force was not a bit of fun or a laugh like the website said it was and I over the year I was there I didn't learn anything useful or met anybody I could have a conversation with.

- 1 Star Cadet Broadhurst, Greater Manchester AFC, Leigh Detachment.

This is of course a free fire zone so if you think I was just being a big pussy and that this is all normal in the British Army feel free to say so.

Also I actually managed to take a photo of our room when we arrived Friday Night


The 13 year old kid who is sat down, I caught him trying to steal stuff out of my bag several times and obviously I wasn't allowed to punch the little shite.

Stop, you whinging...ACF where I fired my first rifle, had my first spliff, got drunk , first inter unit punch up...it was fecking great!
 
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Is that what you really think about at 0359 in the morning?

I was thinking about a 24VDC 3-pole contactor w/ 1NO+1NC.

Weirdo.
 
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that this is all normal in the British Army
There's your mistake, you weren't in The British Army, you were in a youth club loosely based around the military.

That's like a bloke with a home video camera saying he was a camera man for the BBC at Buck House during a royal wedding.

Better analogies are available, but I'm too tired to come up with one!
 
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This is of course a free fire zone so if you think I was just being a big pussy and that this is all normal in the British Army feel free to say so.
Normal? Thats ******* easy compared to the real army. You've said **** all about saluting, rank slides or the one day pay scheme.
 
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If you wanted decent food, accommodation and uniforms you should've joined the Air Training Corps. None of this paying for kit malarkey either.
The ghay comes free as well.
 
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Dear Agony Aunt,

I've wanted to join the British Army since I was 1 so when I was 18 in 2012 I discovered and joined the Infantry.

I immediately noticed that my regiment had some serious problems, the Sergeants were alcoholics and the Corporals were abusive, they paid me less than the welfare and we spent 90% of the time marching up and down a parade ground.

The soldiers all hated each other because they were from different towns and they would fight in big groups, it was honestly one of the most unfriendly atmospheres I've ever been in.

So after three years of hammering away I finally became a Lance Jack, I got my uniform and beret which were shit, and it was better to buy your own boots which were even more expensive.

Once I got my rank I managed to work my way into one of the small groups in my Company, who just stood about in our break time and remained silent until I made them return to drill.

(Corporals are all aged 20-30) As I said before our Corporals were very abusive and loved to tell us to do dumb shit, for example, our Corporal told us to go out in the pouring rain and search for a glass hammer, obviously we refused to do it so the Corporal went and told the Sergeant that we were refusing to follow orders so the Sergeant came out of his office and yelled at us until we went outside, this made it so the Corporals could tell us to do whatever they wanted us to do no matter how pointless or stupid it was.

After some more extremely boring months of drill I finally got to go on my first deployment! It was six months long, (over Christmas and I missed the birth of my first son) I got a bit of extra pay to go but I had to buy a lot of my own kit which approximately came to £500. I was put in a room with soldiers from another regiment and they were the worst people I've ever met, they never spoke to each other, the guy on my bunk stole my wallet and the guy who slept on the bunk in the corner of the room would sit there and **** to porn on his phone with the volume turned up loud (He was hospitalised for exhaustion and the barrack room looked like the inside of a creamery).

We spent the six months of the deployment running, sitting and crawling through a bog for hours on end, we didn't learn anything useful and our clothes were very low quality, my boots got completely wrecked by the gritty water, my belt was ripped to pieces and my pants got a large tear down the side of them which made my legs freezing cold.

On top of that people kept shooting at us.

We were not allowed to cover our uniforms with coats so the cold was almost unbearable and everyone got ill, by the end of the first day we had soldiers throwing up and feinting while the Corporals laughed because they were allowed to wear coats and gloves. We were given really greasy food and nothing to drink, there were not enough beds in the small accommodation block so all low ranking soldiers had to camp outside in soaking wet kit and try to eat our shite off a plastic plate, there were no jokes or conversation, everyone just sat there with hypothermia and listened to the wind.

Due to my adventurous spirit I would normally enjoy this sort of thing but the lack of communication and hate filled atmosphere made it one of the worst experiences I've ever had, I'd rather have a kidney stone made of broken glass pass through my arse than spend another second with those soldiers.

When I got home from the deployment I deserted from the army and they arrested me. The Army was not a bit of fun or a laugh like the website said it was and I over the year I was there I didn't learn anything useful or met anybody I could have a conversation with.

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Good job it wasn't like that. Try stamp collecting.
 
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