As Disco MOD decided that the things you hate in basic training was a stupid face book type thread in "Joining up" and locked it. (I do not have a Facebook account so can only guess at what that means) Perhaps it would work here? I think it's got potential. But there again I know 'nowt. I do not have a gripe about basic training. (1976) I feckin loved every minute of it. The RSM was quieter than my dad. The Provost Sgt was better looking than my sister. The food was better than what I wasn't eating as an art college student. The pay was better than what I wasn't earning as an art college student. The guns were proper well hard after my .177 air rifle. The gun control was not as strict as my parents. Drill was a nice change from the usual shambolic miserable walk through Lincoln on a wet Monday morning. I had money in my pocket. I had grub in my belly. We saluted people wearing 58 pattern webbing. Even the DS staff, who we all considered the cruelest mothers on the planet were top blokes as we proudly passed out of the depot in front of our families. (well, my family were not there, as my dad was on a top secret operation, him being RAF and all...) Here is a photo of my miserable looking Band of Brothers. Pretty Ally eh?