What made you think 'enough is enough' and sign off?


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A good friend has told me her man in the Navy has taken a ten year extension..she's devastated, he's at his 22 year point and she was hoping that'd be it. Three kids under ten and she's not seen him in six months, in my eyes he should be changing his priorities, but perhaps he doesn't want to leave.

Got me wondering about when I decided enough was enough.

Got shouted at over something menial and made to look a right ****, and thought that after Telic and a pretty rough Herrick, I was tired of being spoken to like that, especially as an NCO. Whilst I don't expect the army to change, I always felt Seniors needed to manage their more experienced men better and realise they're not daft wee boys.

The RCOs attitude when I asked for a posting to Scotland for two years so we could start a family (having never asked for anything or done anything to the army other than give give give) underlined the shite treatment I wasn't willing to take anymore and made me take the plunge.

Anyone else remember what made them decide to leave?

Or if you reached your time, how did you feel about leaving?
Had broken my leg quite badly and was a 12 year Lance Jack because of it, case of jumping before I was pushed.
Coming home to quarters after a long exercise, the culmination of a series of exercises, to be told by my wife that our 3 year old daughter said" Daddy doesn't love us any more, he keeps going away" I signed off the next day, had to wait another year before transfer to reserve, and civvie street. (1980)

Edit:- Having to suffer being talked down to by younger than me officers, and having to suffer the unnecessary bullshit bollocks of a signals regiment, I was 30 years old, and had enough. Time to move on.
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Having achieved everything I had set out to when I joined, I chose not to take the offer of an extension and moved into civilian life. It just felt the right time to go.


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After six years I married. Passed over twice for a corporal role I could do in my sleep, I decided the cavalry wasn't going to give me the career progression I wanted. Transfer to RAPC.

Posted to Osnabrück, where quarters were worse than in Paderborn. Posted to RAPC Computer Centre, where quarters were sh¡t. So sh¡t I had a go at my department's half colonel and ended up saying bollix to the brigadier. Lucky not to be busted all the way down, but my role demanded I be sergeant, and the brigadier, off the record, agreed and sympathised. Bought my own house. After four years at Worthy Down I could expect to be posted away. I'd moved my entire life 13 times in 14 years (despite five in Paderborn, three in Osnabrück and four in Worthy Down) Thought "Bolleaux, I've had enough of this, my children are going to start school. The army have trained me in a civvy role and I've completed the time bar that went with it. Goodbye and thanks for all the fish."


When I got blown up & thought Feck this for a game of soldiers when I woke up in hospital. Actually it t'was the army who said SNLR due to the wee hole I ended up with in my noggin.


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Having completed my 22 i left thinking Civi street would be different. Civi street is pretty similar to the military, over promoted people (no one else to fill the role) Bullies (managers using their position knowing you value your job and wont make waves), work shy shits (wasters and skivers) etc etc
I'd been an unofficial chief instructor for a period at one of the Corps AT facilities - running the training, instructors (all of whom outranked me), safety etc... Returned to my unit to be told that as I hadn't done my trade (VM - could do it in my sleep) for too long, I couldn't be put up for promotion even though I had more management experience than the Officer I was sat in front of.

I'd been Infantry TA before the Regs, came top of my trade course, asked for all combat regiment postings and got sent to a ******* REME Battalion. So, want to **** me about, I **** you about back. Volunteered for everything under the sun to escape and either do some proper work or take the piss.

Long story short - after 6 years, no promotions after nothing but glowing reports - I asked for another posting to a decent Regiment or out. They couldn't/wouldn't, so I left.

If I say so myself, they lost a very capable soldier that really enjoyed the mucky stuff and was set for a long career.

My biggest regret is not really knowing anything about SF back then - would have been a long stretch perhaps, but it would have given me something to at least aim for to try and escape the pure death rot that is a REME Bn.

Shame - I still look very fondly on the stuff I did, the blokes I worked with and the experiences had - it was a relatively short career but no doubt shaped me as is.

The irony is, now do stuff with interesting military guys thanks to being in the Brecon Mountain Rescue Team and sharing the same workspace, so to speak.
Long service, me: however, after 29 years, 3 months and 17 days (or thereabouts) it was decided that, as so much of me wasn't working as well as it should and that my med cat was something along the lines of 'Allowed to breathe under supervision', I was bidden a fond farewell.

TBH, after having been out some time, I was glad that I went when I did.
Decided not seeing enough of the family & time to be at home more.
Never lived with the family in Military houses as the wife wanted to stay in one place.

Was never going to make CDS so time to move on, oh and my son loved taking the pee with posters like this!
Below is a modern one but they came in a varsity of different posters, should have banned him from the pc!

Funny thing is though, as he is in the UOTC at the moment with the Royal Navy.
Loves the Summer camp and serving for 6 weeks on an active ship and learning good skills.


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after having been out some time, I was glad that I went when I did.
Hear, hear. I flounced, the Commies decided NATO was no longer a threat to them and the wall came down within weeks. Everything we took as State Normal went out of the window and it's all turned to sh¡t.


4 years of crap wet and shitty postings and the CO turned down Gib or Cyprus in favour of Berlin.
Add to that no career courses for four years and 2 years of it on ops followed by we actually have no job for you in the Berlin orbat, we'll make you a driver but you cant have a cadre because the U18 pln has taken all of the slots. I took the hint, a shame as I was guaranteed redundancy under options for change had I stayed.
I was signed up to age 55 (RAF) but when I got to around age 40 (been in since 17 1/2) I wondered what I was going to do when I left at that age, being one of the old guys in B&Q pointing out which aisle didn't really appeal. I thought I had better find a second career and at the time (late 90's) the RAF was releasing anyone who produced a written job offer in about 3 months. Except me, I had a written job offer but I was 'too specialised' and it would be at least a year. No company would keep a job open that long so I looked at 'other' options for early release. My cunning plan was to go to the MO and say I'd had unprotected sex with another bloke and I was worried about AIDS (homosexuality was still illegal in the Forces then but civvie street couldn't care less). Unfortunately once I read QR's I found that it was the CO who decided and given my reputation with the laydez at the time there was no chance. I PVR'd and got a release date a year later. Fortunately the exact same job came up about 6 months into my PVR period and they still wanted me, with resettlement, leave etc I started the civvie job a couple of months later.

What prompted me to leave was:
1) End of the cold war and the RAF being run by accountants.
2) Vague dissatisfaction with pretty much the same old same old, I had done pretty much every 'job' in my profession except instructor/examiner and I really didn't fancy those.
3) A strong feeling that it was time to move onto something new before I was too old.
4) Perhaps a Mid Life Crisis but not of the buying sports car variety.

As things are it's turned out very nicely for me. I had a long, enjoyable time in the Forces, met some amazing people, went to incredible places doing astonishing things. Once I got my head around how things worked in civvie street I really enjoyed the work, got promoted much faster than in the forces with much better pay. Now I'm at a point where I'm a consultant and I pick and choose work that appeals to me for an eye watering sum of money.
Cheers easy!
I had brighter horizons presented to me in Canada, the wall coming down confirmed it. I was never really in for the long haul, that I made 11 was a miracle. Most of my time was spent in Germany, with jollies to various other locales, I saw the end of cheap tabs and beer looming so jumped ship.
The flippancy aside, I had started out strong, but then with Germany, came trouble, up and down and up and down the rank ladder, no desire to screw the nut, I had stopped taking it seriously at this point. I probably could have put my nose to the grindstone, and reclaimed some of my former glory, but the apathy of the organization at the time, was almost palpable.
Miss it? Oh, indeed I do, not the tedium, but the wild times! Regrets? I've had a few, but right choice at the right time.
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Three tours in two years did it for me. I was exhausted, coming up to my 12 year point and the army system of 'carrot and stick' I used to believe in was just leaving me with bruises and a vitamin deficiency.
It was taking far too much and giving nothing back.
That and a completely goosed career as well as two out of my last three CR's, with excellent grades, apparently not making it to manning and records in time for the boards due to said tours.
I didn't want to go but saw no other option as it was apparent I was seemingly nothing more than a name on a manning plot now.
Still annoyed that I didn't feel I got the same chances of my peer group, even though I've had a very successful time in civvy street since.
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On tour as a JNCO, accidentally left a charger plugged (but nothing attached and turned off) in my room, 3 extra duties painting those fire extinguishers boxes red.

Averaging 200 LSA days a year I thought **** it, signed off. In the end transfered corps, still not sure if it was a best option but get paid well enough and alot less bullshit.


After volunteering for a tour and a STTT in quick sucession, and having bounced Germany-Afghanistan-UK-Afg-Germany-UK-STTT-UK-Afghanistan-Germany, I was promised a UK, SE England posting as Adjutant.

It was changed at the last minute as I was a singley, so I got the Germany one and the married bloke got UK.

I thought fair enough, turned to the right and cracked on.

As soon as I moved into the mess in Germany, my heart sank and I wrote my resignation letter, copied to Glasgow.

The letter was pretty comprehensive, consisting of three main sections (Institutional reasons, capbadge-specific and personal), which went in to quite a lot of depth of the issues as I saw them as a senior Captain.

Was asked to reconsider by my Desk Officer, with the lure of any post (within reason) that I wanted. I very politely told them to consider the response given in Arkell vs Pressdram.
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When it started to feel like a job instead of a social club!

To be fair, that started happening years ago when the fun police decided we should work hard but not play hard anymore......but by then l was pension trapped.

Never mind.........only 121 days to push!

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