A Poem by tiny

Sounds familiar

God how I hated that, and then bein told you have just 5 mins to get showered and back down for your next treat, which would be DRILL on the square for wot seemed like an eternaty until lunch where you would be faced with wot was once good ingredients turned to an unrecognisable burnt delicassy YUMM

Sounds like you had Johnboy with your mob

No but we did have Geordie Parker as our cook, I use the word Cook in a very loose terminoligy.

Sounds like you had it pretty bad Tiny, especially in the cookhouse, I don't know why but my time was just the opposite, I just seemed to love all my time Drill, route marches, fieldcraft, weapons training, NBC and even the Food, had some really good ACC cooks in all areas where I served, in fact some could really rustle up a good show when we had special occasions in the Mess

True I'm only pullin a jester to try and get the fire burnin and invite some banter. after all its good for cardio pulmanary to get the blood pressure runnin a bit

Tiny, don't think I need any more help with blood pressure lol, I have to take tablets to keep it down as it is, mind you I suppose I should have realised, the banter really flows when I visit one of my brother in laws, he is ex RGJ, and I do get to wind him up something rotten

tiny wrote:

No but we did have Geordie Parker as our cook, I use the word Cook in a very loose terminoligy.

I knew Geordie Parker but, can't rmemeber if he was in Lippstadt or Colchester?

Llippstadt!

tiny wrote:

Llippstadt!

Gotcha! He was a Cpl/Pte/Cpl with 42 Regt around 64 - 68, don't think he was the Top Chef in the Cookhouse!!

I don't know about the rest of the lads but I'm having trouble keeping up with this one !

I don't even worry about it any more Brum if I can't keep up with it I just wait for it to come round again

I'll have to throw my hand in with Les, well partly at least, I always enjoyed the drill and weapons training. NBC drill's were just a pain in the arrse, didn't mind route marches but hated runs with a passion, I couldn't understand why you'd teach blokes to shoot and then show them how to run!. I do get to press all the suits around here when a wedding or funeral crops up, they all bring their suits around the day before and when they are dressed I line them up for inspection. Haven't managed to teach the beggars how to march yet though but at least they can polish shoes these days. Wife says if I keep up my present performance she'll promote me to the kitchen after Christmas dinner next year!.

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she'll promote me to the kitchen after Christmas dinner next year!.

That will be to do the washing up methinks

Gordon. wrote:

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she'll promote me to the kitchen after Christmas dinner next year!.

That will be to do the washing up methinks

Methinks you may well be right.

Where's me dad ma , where's me dad
He's gone away son,gone away
Where ma , where
Gone to war my son , gone to war
Why ma ,why
Cos' he's a solider son , he's a solider

Whens he coming home ma ,when
Soon my son , soon
Can I go out to play ma ,can I
Out you go my son ,out you go
Out I go with my toy gun
To play my war the son of a solider
For I am a solider son