Army Rumour Service

Register a free account today to become a member! Once signed in, you'll be able to participate on this site by adding your own topics and posts, as well as connect with other members through your own private inbox!

What are your biggest regrets in life?

ColdWarWorrier

Old-Salt
Wasn't 'Bristol Ground School' was it?
I lost a bit of money to them. Stood me in good stead to spot a bigger rip-off coming from elsewhere though.

They used to do an ATPL bridging course for ex-military pilots and you could credit your military flying hours and experience to your licence application. Basically I got a free ATPL(H) on the basis of my Lynx hours (multi-engine, multi-crew and Master Green instrument rating) all paid for by the MoD.

Some years later some RAF high-ups in 22 Gp put a stop to the accreditation scheme as they felt too many RAF pilots were leaving and walking straight into BA or Virgin.

I know an ex-RAF guy with over 3,000 hours on Tornados who had to go through the full PPL/CPL/MEIR route to get a civvy licence (at his own expense). Wheareas I got my ATPL(H) by doing a couple of exams and a type rating.
 
Like a number on here, I do regret not joining the military, I was a spotty cadet when the twin towers came down and really got into the whole military thing but as many do lost interest over time and went on to uni and engineering. Undergone a mini-midlife crisis / career change and whilst I have an incredibly fun job playing with big UAVs, I still wish I was up there and flying the real things. Saying that, give it a couple of years and pilots will be like the lamp-lighters of old so I suppose I've got into the industry at just about the right time. Slightly off thread but my brother has just started as an Amazon contractor courier and a fair few qualified pilots are zipping around with your Xmas goodies silently weeping at J16 M25 as their colleagues roar overhead. Strange times we live in!
Were you a cadet in your thirties?

Just asking as you posted the quotes below regarding your involvement at Lockerbie.

Weather wise, looks like day 3 - we had a massive rainfall night before, Most full pieces were recovered by this day the vast majority of the remains were in the trees and unfortunately crow wise, wasn't much we could do - my enduring memory is a young girl is a tree with 10 foot of umbilical cord and mess on the ground. Grim.

We night have met buddy though it was utter chaos and I was probably younger than you. I was a newcomer to Braemar MRT we were on-site about 6 hours after the event. I think my most enduring memory is that bodies weren't treated as bodies but instead evidence. I think 4 days after when we pulled out, there was still a little kid on a garage roof. I remember one young copper saying that the birds are destroying the evidence. Hate that picture.
 
Wigan is the height of sophistication to UpHolland birds. Maxime's was the nirvana of cheap shots and a fumble off the dance floor, all you had to do was claim you played for the Warriors and you were in. Times-a-changed around 1990 though when one of my mates went out with a bird who's brother was called "Richard". I could never work out the attraction to the lanky fop-haired tw@t until someone told me his surname was Ashcroft and he was in some shite band. A year later and The Verve were all anyone ever talked about. I had another mate at 6th Form called Vernon. He married way above his station too. I realised then you had to get out before it was too late. :D

I stayed in Wigan for a very long weekend whilst attending a mates wedding in Manchester (Eccles) in the late 80's.
I seem to recall permanently being in King of Clubs, (IIRC) Turnkey and Henry Arika's, to watch the drag act.

All utter scuzzy holes, but great fun
 
They used to do an ATPL bridging course for ex-military pilots and you could credit your military flying hours and experience to your licence application. Basically I got a free ATPL(H) on the basis of my Lynx hours (multi-engine, multi-crew and Master Green instrument rating) all paid for by the MoD.

Some years later some RAF high-ups in 22 Gp put a stop to the accreditation scheme as they felt too many RAF pilots were leaving and walking straight into BA or Virgin.

I know an ex-RAF guy with over 3,000 hours on Tornados who had to go through the full PPL/CPL/MEIR route to get a civvy licence (at his own expense). Wheareas I got my ATPL(H) by doing a couple of exams and a type rating.
In the early ‘80s military QHIs were given a dispensation in that they only had to do the AirLaw papers and the tech stuff to get an ATPL. the army hierarchy didn’t like this of course and lobbied the CAA to remove it for army QHIs which they agreed to do in due course. The date they chose to stop it was 30th March 1983.

I finished my QHI course on the same day...
 
I regret not taking up martial arts a lot earlier than I did.

However, spending time with my smart and beautiful grandchildren makes up for any other regrets. If I'd gone down another path - joined a different cap badge, married a different woman, moved to another country, I probably wouldn't have the grandchildren that I have today, and I wouldn't give them up for anything... :)
 
Getting married the first time then getting married again and the cow is still here. Extending after my 22 years to go on a final tour with my Unit big big mistake the war pension does not in any way shape or form take the regret away as the evil cow I’m married to says it was my own fault but hey loyalty and all that is suppose.
 
Not moving to Aus in the early 90s when it was a mere formality to get in. I have an uncle there who would just have needed to indemnify Aus against me making welfare claims for 5 years. I suffer very badly with the 'Winter Blues', (They now call it Seasonal Affective Disorder), and I think my general perception of life the Universe and everything would have been very different with 6 months of shitty weather and 5 months of unpredictable weather every year. My wife's arachnophobia and family attachments put paid to that.

Listening to my wife (common theme developing here...) instead of my internal voice when I knew that teaching was not for me at the end of my 2nd year of Uni. I was right. Fucking hated the job, almost all of the parents, a third of the kids and most of the teachers.

Borrowing a friend's bike to ride from Lands End To John O'Groats, and having the faharkin brake lever come off in my hand down a steep Cornish hill. Ouch. 3 Months of training down the drain on day one. Couldn't walk unaided for 2 weeks.

Not making a second attempt at Lands End to John Groats before getting arthritis.

Not having an old boss disposed of when I could (and should have done).

Becoming a parent because I've turned out be just as shit at that as my parents were. My poor offspring has had a rough deal.

Apart from that, it's been triffic Rodders.
 
Not moving to Aus in the early 90s when it was a mere formality to get in. I have an uncle there who would just have needed to indemnify Aus against me making welfare claims for 5 years. I suffer very badly with the 'Winter Blues', (They now call it Seasonal Affective Disorder), and I think my general perception of life the Universe and everything would have been very different with 6 months of shitty weather and 5 months of unpredictable weather every year. My wife's arachnophobia and family attachments put paid to that.

Listening to my wife (common theme developing here...) instead of my internal voice when I knew that teaching was not for me at the end of my 2nd year of Uni. I was right. ******* hated the job, almost all of the parents, a third of the kids and most of the teachers.

Borrowing a friend's bike to ride from Lands End To John O'Groats, and having the faharkin brake lever come off in my hand down a steep Cornish hill. Ouch. 3 Months of training down the drain on day one. Couldn't walk unaided for 2 weeks.

Not making a second attempt at Lands End to John Groats before getting arthritis.

Not having an old boss disposed of when I could (and should have done).

Becoming a parent because I've turned out be just as shit at that as my parents were. My poor offspring has had a rough deal.

Apart from that, it's been triffic Rodders.
 
I can honestly say nothing, because everything that I did or everything that happened to me led to something else, and as I have looked back on my life, I realise how it is all interwoven, a bad thing leading to a good thing, but regardless, I can say it's been bloody brilliant.
There are some on here who know me, and will probably ask how can spending 10 days in a BMH getting your face rebuilt not be regrettable, or some of my civvie street antics, but as I said, all actions result in reactions, and none of us know if things may have changed for the worst if we altered our past decisions.
At this point in time my son is extremely happy living in New Zealand, my mortgage is paid off, I have no money worries and I'm still fit and able enough to do even dafter things than younger me did, and I probably won't regret that neither.
 
I can honestly say nothing, because everything that I did or everything that happened to me led to something else, and as I have looked back on my life, I realise how it is all interwoven, a bad thing leading to a good thing, but regardless, I can say it's been bloody brilliant.
There are some on here who know me, and will probably ask how can spending 10 days in a BMH getting your face rebuilt not be regrettable, or some of my civvie street antics, but as I said, all actions result in reactions, and none of us know if things may have changed for the worst if we altered our past decisions.
At this point in time my son is extremely happy living in New Zealand, my mortgage is paid off, I have no money worries and I'm still fit and able enough to do even dafter things than younger me did, and I probably won't regret that neither.
And here it is. Yes there are decisions that might have changed things. I turned down a Commission in the RAF at 18. Later I had to pick how relationships went. I sometimes wonder about the 'might have beens' and there is one 'might' that looms large...BUT..I had a great career - achieved exactly what I wanted and had fun. I've been places and seen and done things that people can only dream of. I've got great qualifications and made friends that will be with me until we rock up at each others funerals (if only to find out where the boots are and if the tenner is behind the bar). Most importantly, if I'd done any of it differently I wouldn't have met Mrs D who gave me the focus to achieve my goals. Wouldn't have had the two Devexettes and would not have the amazing thing that is my granddaughter who for some odd reason seems to find her 'grumpy-gramps' amusing (well, she is only 9 months old). So no, I regret nothing - except maybe that there are few who cannot be here to help me enjoy it, thus I raise my glass to

Absent friends (is it me or is it a bit dusty in here?)
 

Cold_Collation

LE
Book Reviewer
I regret not taking up martial arts a lot earlier than I did.
That one definitely.

Dabbled in Shodokan Aikido a few years ago and started doing Krav Maga in the last few months. Thoroughly enjoying it but very aware of very much being in the foothills.

51 last month... it hurts.
 
Regret not making my doctor refer me to a specialist when I started having bladder problems , he`ll be getting another call soon regarding another issue , this time the doc will do as I say ,ie referral to a specialist or I may make the national press .
 

OneTenner

LE
Book Reviewer
Not having a bigger patio.

The first Mrs. turned into a bit of a porker before she stripped the bank accounts of many zeroes whilst i was out of the country with no chance of a Cat. B flight home to sort things out, If she'd have fit underneath it I wouldn't have to be working quite as much as I do.
 
Getting married
Twice!

The first one, yeah it was good while it lasted and I have two children because of it.

The second one, sheeeeesh!

I have often said to my boy "Never put your dick in crazy" without a hint of humour.
 

Latest Threads

Top