At RMAS our College Adjt was a blonde REME chap by the nickname of Lord Flasheart. One of his sundry duties was Oi/c the clay pigeon shooting and as such he had his own Remington 12 shot in the armoury.
He always swore that he'd prefer to take that to war rather than his issue weapon which was an SMG!
Dit: Major Ewen Southby-Tailyour stood atop the LC waving his walking stick as we went ashore down south. To this day I have no idea what he was saying but he looked a) stupid and b) impressive. When the ramp went down I stumbled into the oggin under the weight of my kit, was trampled on and came up with my barrel nodder free and full of shit!
"Earned the right": bloody Forst Battalion - always trying to infect the other Battalions with bad geordie habits parcelled up as Regimental Traditions - silly jumpers and Clockwork Orange walking sticks included.
Only good as a weapon against helpless old winos in subways, IIRC.