On a light-hearted note, probably because I am on holiday and it is raining. Subalterns on a daily basis have to deal with, COs, Adjts, OCs, 2Ics, RSMs, Sgt Majs, Sgts, QMs, Cpls, and sundry people who all conspire to make the subaltern wish to crawl back under that worthless stone from whence he came and never ever come out again. What is/was your particular bane? Not quite RSMs, though as a newly commissioned from the ranks 2Lt I did nervously address the RSM as sir. No bollocking or comment was forthcoming he simply gave me a wolf-like smile, very unnerving, and the telepathic message was, âYes young Dwarf you have correctly worked out our relationshipâ Mine was tall Adjutants. Conversations often went on the lines of; âDwarf come over here pleaseâ PUNCH âOoof! Yes sir what have I done now?â Still undecided about Apfelkorn. Bad head the morning after a heavy night on the stuff, five hours kip, and kicked out of doss-bag to take platoon on a BFT. Numbah 10. Given a slug at 0600 when inspecting platoon positions in low-mist and cold. âHow sor, get this doon yer neckâ. Numbah 1. What about you?