What stays with me, even now.

#1
The smell of Cordite
Black fingernails from bulling
Screetch
Numb lips from issued Mozzie repellant
"Everybody wants to rule the World' Tears for Fears soundtracks to N.I briefing films.
The constant stench of Av Gas at Besbrook Mill
Shultheiss Lager
Choggie Burgers
The first fag after an ICFT
The stench everytime you opened a sangar hatch. Why was that ...... :?
The buzz
Mates
Gats
......sure there's more. Anyone else??

Cheers,
13
 
#2
13thMan said:
The smell of Cordite
Black fingernails from bulling
Screetch
Numb lips from issued Mozzie repellant
"Everybody wants to rule the World' Tears for Fears soundtracks to N.I briefing films.
The constant stench of Av Gas at Besbrook Mill
Shultheiss Lager
Choggie Burgers
The first fag after an ICFT
The stench everytime you opened a sangar hatch. Why was that ...... :?
The buzz
Mates
Gats
......sure there's more. Anyone else??

Cheers,
13

Like most places where a squaddie is left alone for more than 10 minutes, im guessing its the old "knock one out and leave the residue" scenario!
 
#4
The stench of Belfast
 

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#5
'Black is black', Rolling Stones. Memories of Zum Teufel bar in Celle.
'We got to get out of this place', Animals. Sweating bollocks off in Borneo.
Hexy blocks.
Doss bag.
Rifle oil.
Stench of death and corruption in Turkish enclave in Cyprus.
San Miguel; nectar of the Gods, especially in a bar in Fan Ling.
Naafi cornish pastie and orange squash. Finest hangover cure known.
 
#6
The stink of bush natives in South Africa. Not a deliberate racist post....... No toilet paper/water/hygiene and therefore had a distinctive 'sh1tty' smell different to the squaddie pong we know so well.
 
#7
exile1 said:
The stink of bush natives in South Africa. Not a deliberate racist post....... No toilet paper/water/hygiene and therefore had a distinctive 'sh1tty' smell different to the squaddie pong we know so well.
Isn't it strange how a few words can trigger a flashback?

The Jambo House, Nanyuki Kenya, circa '89. Two whores about to use Tusker bottles on each other. Both whip off their "apple gatherers" at the same time. Cue a small, airless, extremely humid room immediately filled with the fetid stench of meaty, hot poo.

Beautiful.
 
#9
That funny, bell-like tone of an SLR's working parts 'singing' after recoil. And the smell.

Mass fights in training - northerners playing 'miners', southerners playing 'coppers' (guess which year that was!)

Buglers playing 'High on a Hill' across the parade square at Peninsular Barracks - my hair still stands on end thinking about it.

Stepping off the coach in civvis on my first R&R from NI, and immediately walking into the middle of the main road and stopping the traffic so I could cross! (Que lots of weird stares off civpop!).

Being ops room runner when we took our first hit in NI, sprinting off to wake the Major while the CSM monitored the net and got the brews on (RIP DM).

Mates. Lot's off. B'stards one and all :)

Sitting down for a brew in Kenya and having a troop of squirrel monkeys patrol past overhead.

Watching a Hind D patrolling the GDR border through Rarden sights.

Going on terminal leave, chucking my MOD 90 overboard on the HvH-Harwich ferry and saying 'Thank fk that's over - no more army for me!'

Joining the TA six weeks later!
 

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#10
The smell of nitro cellulose poowder perhaps, I didnt smell cordite until many years later, avtur in Kellys Garden and the wet smell of mouldy squaddies and their kit!
Sangar heater smeg in Belfast and a 1000 other sitholes!
 
#11
13th man, Roger Lamb wrote " friendship forged in battle are only terminated by death" and since bying a computer and getting back in touch with old mates I have found how true that is . It has brought back memories I wish to forget, and revived some of the best and happiest moments in my life, only another squaddy would understand. cos civvys just don't get it
 
#12
Smell of damp 58 pattern webbing...and the socks you'd forgotten and left in the kitbag...

Tinned steak and kidney pudding in the rations...

:D :D :D

Rodney2q
 
#13
ALL of the above plus..

Bruised shoulder from a day on the ranges with my SLR but number 72
The sound of drill boots on asphalt.
The feel of someones turd in your combat high..
Sh1tting in someones combat high..
Beds with shitty springs.
Beds with springs removed.
Builling the floors in the guardroom.
The smell of the stores where the scrim and cam netting was kept.
Fry ups
face stuck to a green plastic matress
range stew
the smell of the guy in front sh1tting his asbach sausage egg and beans in your face on a run.
hexy blocks
areas
sand in the magot
Hot brass down your shirt
Cordite
cheese posessed
Stink of sh1t in the siteguard sangers.
Sh1tting in a siteguard sanger.
Asbach uralt
Block parties
some loud nasty crappy hot places I will never see again.
Agness.
The banter
The mates
losing one
Brandy sours.

blah blah..
 
#14
BIPOLAR77 said:
first ranges with an SLR
Ha! Diving for cover at the back of the ranges at Sandhurst shortly after our Foriegn Student from Sierra Leone threw a box full of 7.62 rounds in the rubbish brazier!
 
#15
Another culltural masterpiece
 
#17
The stench of leaded petrol exhaust fumes when our fleet of Bedford RLs sputtered into life.
The ringing in the ears when you cracked off a .303.
The 'crack' of a low shor when tending the 'butts' and the shower of cement and stones that rained down.
The smell of 'cherry blossom' boot polish as you bulled your boots.
The Austin Champ getting the transfer box knocked into neutral on the qt by your mate as you sat at the lights revving the bolloc*ks out of it as you attempted to drive away.
 
#18
Convoy cock! I only have to look at a Landrover now and..... whoops!
 
#19
BFTs in lightweights and boots
Your first tour and not knowing what to expect
The first time you ever put on your uniform in basic
Being jailed shortly after putting on your uniform in basic for the first time for looking like a bag of spanners
Driving back from Germany on leave and stopping at the Dutch and Belgium borders to show your NATO travel order
Finding that you first posting had more bars than sub-units on camp!
Watching people adopt that strange hunched posture when being transported by 4 tonner in the winter
Eating out of mess tins on excersise
Thinking that drinking at least 7 pints a night was not alcoholism because everyone was doing it
Watching BFG garrisons during draw down and thinking 'where's everyone gone?'
That strange lost feeling you get just after you have signed off because for the first time in a long time you have done something solely for your own personal gain
Having a wallet full of BAOR advisory cards and documents
Getting posted and meeting guys in your new unit you haven't seen in years
At 6am the morning at JLR RCT\RAOC Colerne when the staff turned on the lights in the room and they came on with a clack-clack noise at the strip light starters kicked in. And hearing that sound almost every day for a year. It was a noise that seemed to herald a new beginning and I've never heard it anywhere else since.
 
#20
The sight, smell and sound of a squadron of AEC Militants running up for First Parade at 0730 in the morning and the blue haze of diesel fumes above the vehicle park.

Oh, and the complaints from the Boxheads!
 

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