If, like Sluggy, you imbibe, snort and mainline anything that contains alcohol it's eventually going to take it's toll and turn the brain into a toxic blob of jelly with the retention capacity of an aquarium dweller with learning difficulties. So every time she sees my username it's a trigger that ignites some distant memory tucked away in the remnants of her mind and it prompts her to post. Bit like goldfish:
'Hey Look, there's a castle'
'What's a castle?'
'No idea, why do you ask?'
I too an am ex stab. I don't quite get all this drama about ops. I went on ops and it was fking boring. While I was away, back in blighty, there was a riot and a flood. While I was filling sandbags in a place with rubish food and a poor internet connection, my former comrades were filling sandbags round the corner from macdonnalds, even getting some facetime in the local rag.
To top it all off, when I got back to the UK, my testicles were no bigger than when I left. Flippin con, I say. Don't see what alll the fuss is about.