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[Beast]

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[harry hackedoff]

Are you spamming, Beast

[Tab]

Not a lot takers on this thread

[Chas]

Bombs, bullets and bints. Wait one.
Chas.

[davo141]

you dont want to get half the old and bold dit spinning!! will be longer than that joke thread

on the other hand, ive pulled up my sand bag!

[BritinAfrica]

Great story Ken. When I was a boy my uncle took me to Farnborough to see the Canberra for the first time. All I remember she was an all black aeroplane.

I joined the RAF and after basic training at Hemswell, then trade training at St Athan I was posted to Odiham. In 1967 I was posted to RAF Tengah in Singapore which was equiped with English Electric Lightnings, Javelins and Hunters. From there I was posted on detachment to RAF Jurong a small signal station. I went up to Butterworth on detachment and to Penang on leave. I must admit I was glad to leave the Far East to get back to dear old blighty.

I was posted to Wattisham which was also a Lightning station where I was tasked on refuelling.

I still miss the smell of burnt aviation fuel.

[got1]

[quote="Tab"]Not a lot takers on this thread[/quote]
Were Shy.

[Singaporesignals]

Improperly Dressed

Introduction to service life for me started at Catterick in frozen January 1951
where after several months of Signals training in 7TR and 4TR for teleprinter ops most of us were then posted to Malaya and Singapore for the next 18 months. One of the best
postings at that time.

At Singapore (Pasir Panjang) We were 'under canvass' in a camp surrounded by semi jungle and the occassional Malay small Kampong or village (today completely dissapeared under hi rise council style housing as has most of the Singapore we had known)

We mostly enjoyed our time in that pleasant climate - except for one incident that has always irked me - resulting in my clean service record being besmirched by our pig of a
Regtl Police Sergeant who had me placed on a 252 (charge sheet) for the heinous crime that while off duty had walked to the next tent 'improperly dressed' - (being hatless as had been the accepted normal practice for most of the entire camp in all my time billeted in the
lines.

Now heres the reason why I am telling this tale.
It is of course privilege of rank that often will be seen photos of British officers in WW2
wearing strange apparell including civilian sweaters pullovers cordoys and the likes
- But there is a photo of General Montgomery seen in various books that at first glance appear to portray the good General in a very smart battledress and wearing his famous black beret. But look again folks - Monty is IMPROPERLY DRESSED !
- That superbly cut smart battledress is in fact US Army GI Issue ! Probably a gift from Ike. (Not many people know that - to quote Michael Caine)

Full marks to Monty - and to the superb GI outfits of that era that often
put to shame the British issue - Causing some GIs in London in WW2 to ask "Are British uniforms made from blankets ? I know this may hurt but that particular photo of Monty
is probably one of the smartest of him on record.

[Tab]

Now training 50 years ago just can't be compared with todays training, now we wore hobnail boots for just about every thing, now the little darlings wear trainers in case there feet hurt.
You had the sergeant screaming in your ear insults of such a nature it made you smile and where he was stick his thing to f**k some sense into you. You got kicked and punched during training to make you move and lads that could not take were known to commit suicide, and there parents were just told that they died during training, now how is this going to help recruits for todays army.

[Reccethump]

Evening all .
Thought i would start here before posting my dribble on other threads!!!..
With out giving to much away ..
Age 41
I joined the regs in 89 and had a couple of years of b***s*** and laughs along the way.
Then i left to join the miserable ranks of society . So got the urge to get back in green kit.
And opted for the T.A. and spent 8 years in there! Reaching the rank of corporal.
Then left to peruse other fun things in life .
If there's out you want to know about me ! Fell free to ask ..

Cheers ..R.T.

[shuban]

Are you spamming, Beast

How it will be spamming?

[armysurplusandtoys]

beast how will this work?

I presume each member will have their own blog spot?

[magma]

well it's a nice story... indeed..

[kgarn]

in my day we started work and 14 and I had a job as a spotlight operator at the life theatre, but I found I couldn't stand the late nights and found a standby job as Naval messenger on the Grimsby Naval base HMS beaver. I then got a real job repairing pianos and French polishing at Holder Brothers in Grimsby. By now the war was over and everyone was happy.
Then my turn came up for National Service and was pushed into the Royal Artillery, and worked on 3.7 Ack.Ack, we also were bunked into work we didn't want on Bristol docks when the dock strike was on. Everything calmed down and I signed on in the Royal Air Force and after training, I was an Air Electrician working on Avro Lincolns at RAF Binbrook.
We had a sojourn in Malaya for six months the air crew dropped thousand pounders on the terrorists. All went well and thankfully we arrived back home unharmed. A few more years later I was duly demobbed and returned to civvy street. I started work with British Titans a chemical factory where you arrived home each day in a choice of three colours, black, yellow or white depending were you were working. I could only stand British Titans for 3 years and started work with Cherry Valley farms as one of their electricians. In due course I was electrical supervisor I left them in 2000 to move to Leeds. Then I took up a job with an electrical firm as the mail electrician which only lasted for 18 months as the firm went bust.
My wife said I should retire and I took her advice and have enjoyed my retirement caravaning and breeding Miniature Poodles. At present still happily married and enjoying life as an oldie

[Mac10]

Now training 50 years ago just can't be compared with todays training, now we wore hobnail boots for just about every thing, now the little darlings wear trainers in case there feet hurt.
You had the sergeant screaming in your ear insults of such a nature it made you smile and where he was stick his thing to f**k some sense into you. You got kicked and punched during training to make you move and lads that could not take were known to commit suicide, and there parents were just told that they died during training, now how is this going to help recruits for todays army.