Exercises and the natives

I was on exercise in the Bad Meinburg area.We were the fitter section supporting a Guards Company.Our 432 threw a track ,(the ASM never believed that we did threw a track) I was ahead of the 432 on a narrow sandy farm road in the 434,and wanted to get behind the 432 to drag it back on the stretched out broken track lying on the ground. It was pitch black and I drove forward looking for somewhere to turn.There was no where to turn. The 432 had its spot light in the air to direct us back to its location. I ran out of farm road ,and was about to slow down when the Q directed me across a sugar beet field.Looking back in the mirror I could see from the rear lamp the sugar beets being ploughed into the air.As I crested a hill in the field my headlights illuminate a nearby farm yard, and I could make out a few figures milling around. I had no intention of stopping,as I was sure that these farmers were raving mad .The Q ordered me to stop, and I was surprised to see the looks on these farmers faces.They were smiling broadly and asking how much damage we had done. Apparently compensation for that one field, probably amounted to more than what they would make for their total harvest for that year.

Then there was this young German girl who entered into the exercise area ,and all she wanted was some Brit cigarettes.One of the blokes on radio watch, obliged , but he wanted compensation,which the girl agreed to. He asked one of his mates to hold on for him, while he was off to adjust his squelch. Word soon got around camp that a lady was there doing it for a pack of cigarettes. A little while later the lady and the fellow returned to the camp area, and she was surprised to see a long of squaddies all lined up ,each offering her a pack of cigarettes. She took of like a VW Golf.

Hey its a long way to Australia! I have to take what I can get! LOL Any donations towards my beer education would be greatly appreciated though
LOL could just see all those cigarettes coming out....were they camel's ???

BobG wrote:

It was a very rare event for MBTs to be permitted to drive on the Autobahn, they were normally moved by Tank Transporters at a reasonable speed of up to 50 MPH going downhill.

Bob

It was a rare event they ever got anywhere on their own tracks. The breakdown rate of those leyland bus engines was phenomenal.

No not Camels mate. That would be the yanks

Yes I have heard that the Leyland engine was awful! Any reason why they used that particular power pack? Did they change them over in the later models? The more I read it seems the armour was let down by bad motive power.
So what is the beer of fashion over there? I will see if I can get it here....PLEASE NO FOSTERS

VB flicks my switch-some diggers in Astan had tons of the stuff and going on a fighting patrol with hangover aint a good idea!

Try spitfire or boddingtons for a good swig!

VB?? sa is Victorian Bitter?? I didn't know you could get that over there! LOL Dosn't surprise me as I bought Tasmanian beer in LA the other year!
I will see if I can get those beers here, I have heard of Boddingtons before, haven't tried it though.

Boddingtons, nice and creamy and heading towards real beer - spitfire is a good drink as well - and its patriotic!

VB, sure, its pricey but yummy. However, first time I had it, like I said was in Afghanistan some years back (even though Alcohol is strictly, ahem, verboten!

The choice of beer in supermarkets in this country is staggering. Oz to Germany, India to Mexico the range is great, so is the price.

If I see it in a pub I prefer Bombardier but for when I'm sitting around at home it's Carlsberg Export, (silver can).

Supermarkets do special offers on packs of beer and it works out a hell of a lot cheaper than pub prices.

brum

I rarely, if ever, go to pubs. It is hard to find one not inhabited by chavs and when you do they are so bloody far away.

Sorry you will have to excuse my street lingo "CHAVS" is that like a BOGAN? a social neanderthal that eats out of the dog bowl without getting the dog away first!

Got it in one!

CHAV = Council Housing & Violent

LOL yes we call them BOGANS down under, drive loud illegal cars, never had a job in their life and live off well fair all their lifes! Sustained by alchol and drugs and numerous children with hand outs from a bleeding heart government.......no ain't bitter

Themaadone wrote:

Got it in one!

CHAV = Council Housing & Violent

Thought this thread was about exercises and the locals, not a slur on council house tennants.

I think it`s just the violent ones Crunchie.The other lot coulld be PHAVs.Got quite a lot of them around here.

Lingo must have changed from my day.. Chav's were always understood to be kids .. how's your chavvies etc .. then again, what do I know ..
Len (Ciphers)

ciphers wrote:

Lingo must have changed from my day.. Chav's were always understood to be kids .. how's your chavvies etc .. then again, what do I know ..
Len (Ciphers)

Old words are often distorted such as GAY. It used to mean happy.

These gobby, foul - mouthed, shaven - headed, tattooed ,agressive morons who shame our country whenever they go abroad often, (incredibly) own their own homes.

Up here, in genteel Cheshire we don't call them "Chavs".

We call them "Shite" !

brum

Good description that brum.

I'd never heard the term until we came back to England on leaving the Army. Now I see them all over the place.