Why the int corps?

Discussion in 'Int Corps' started by bobhope, Jun 3, 2009.

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  1. For existing members of the int corps and also people looking to join, why did you choose the int corps compared to any other career within the armed forces?
     
  2. they promised me i would get issued an aston martin.
     
  3. They told me that I would be running around, jumping over car bonnets shooting women and kids in the face......and that was before breakfast. Reality? Kicking of numerous fences, washing of works cars on a regular basis and a growing bitterness and resentment for ACIOs everywhere.

    Dont judge me.

    CG
     
  4. That's because they knew you couldn't fit into one, we all got ours. :wink:
     
  5. My navigation was always cr@p.

    The ACIO told me it was the only part of the Army where I would get away with walking round three sides of a box.

    No Aston here,I only got a Marina Twin Carb Coupe that had been badly compromised in Strabane. Unlike Control Spooks who had an almost new MGB GT. I never saw under the hood, but there was a suggestion of twin Webbers and a Janspeed system)

    The only reason TMA joined was because of the darkroom consumanbles and NRSA at actuals, whatever that means? He was never an avid collector of Paddington Green Guest Rewards points
     
  6. Failed the RAF eyesight test....and all that infantry b*ll*cks looked terribly demanding.
    Where-else could a chap go?

    (Speaking of vehicles, does anyone remember the mini at the Bielefeld section painted lime green...good choice; the only one in the whole of Germany.
    How about a separate thread on crap cars that we've used in the job?)
     
  7. I love drawing stuff on maps and not having to socialise with people.
     
  8. No one else would have me!
     
  9. I got to look at pictures of Soviet tanks all day and read the newspapers as "research"...

    :lol: :lol: :lol: :lol: :lol: :lol: :lol:

    Rodney2q
     
  10. This is a true story.

    While waiting to see what I could do (having become deeply disheartened with the previous Corps) a 'friend' said that I should join the Int Corps 'cause they had a unit called the Fast Response Unit in N.I who cut around in Lynxs' tooled up waiting for the shit to hit the fan. I was sold straight away.

    When it got to ModF 102 training in Ashford, I even approached the Q man giving the training, asking him where on the programme the Lynx and GPMG training was...

    Bugger
     
  11. The dole were going to demand I stopped working at some point, I'd always hankered after a life in the military and the ACIO was very honest when he said he had no idea what the Int Corps did and , if I was successful, would I mind returning and telling them all about it. I have to say I've loved over two-thirds of it to date, the other less than one third being the rubbish I believe you'd put with in any walk of life.
     
  12. you got a fucking Model T Ford :)
     
  13. I wanted to join the Royal Signals as a Radio Technician. But the Army Youth Selection Centre at Harrogate was located within the Royal Signals Apprentices College, and basically they were a bunch of twats. So I though I might try and be an Ammunition Technician in the Royal Army Ordnance Corps, but my maths is so shit I don't play darts because I can't do takeaways. Not one of the Army Education Corps staff new anything about the Int Corps, so I joined to find out for myself. The first real member of the Corps I met was one R** Vicarage (or something like that) and within 20 minutes he taught me how to make an incendiary device using every day kitchen products. The start of a fascinating and varied career.

    Afternote: Most Royal Signals personnel are still twats.
     
  14. The prospect of lounging around an office watching videos with wonderful titles about heros, Soviet Union, I serve etc never realy appealed until I was doing just that on some comfy old map boxes on a hot summers day in Paderborn. What made it even better was that the Monkeys who visited to pick up some maps were all trussed up in no 2s!

    As for Aston Martin, our 3/4 and trailor could shift especially during free moves, leading to a number of fines thanks to a lollypop waving member of the gestapo.

    I did own a plastic badge that said "Secret Agent" that made me feel important when I wore it!
     
  15. I went through the TA in London brochure crossing off anything that sounded bonk until I was left with some mob I'd never heard of in Worship St (dates me I know). When I read up on it I realised I quite fancied learning Russian and asked to do so.

    It will surprise no-one to learn that, beyond what BMP and BTR stand for, I have not learnt a single word. I blame the Soviet Union, useless so-and-so's couldn't even keep their empire together.