Nice one. I was in 1DWR (Duke of boots). I served alongside some of the LI boys back in 91/92 while stationed down in Bulford.
Colchester military prison. It was no picnic, so I'm told by lads i served with but then again the local military jails run by the Provo sergeant and his RP staff was no place for the faint hearted either and I have first hand experience of that.
I always remember that you marched slightly quicker than other military units or is my memory playing tricks on me?
When I was a young sprog I used to hide from the R P ,s, 6 and 10 is a time I will never forget, I once got 7 day restriction of privilege for being just ONE min bloody late, I wasn't late again
Ha yes great memories although I hated it at the time. You just knew that you were not getting off show parade for a few days at the very least. Being one minute late could have serious consequences in the Army, especially for hoops / red arses. Like you say RPs ensured you didn't make the same mistake again.
Welcome Pompey, spent many happy years in Fareham and Portsmouth lived in MQ of course. Ex RN Reggie. When you do get up visit us in Brammahs on Saturday morning 9-30 for Veterans Breakfast Club load of squaddies and such only 2 ex RN but that's all we need LOL.
Hello mate, I am still serving albeit mpgs ( camp guard ) I work on whale island atm, working with quite a few ex matelot's, just finished a 4 day night duty at horsea island, I will defo visit when I am next up, thanks mate
Nothing wrong with your memory Mario, we did mate, 140 paces a minute, that's why my knee is shot to pieces I think ha ha
Whereas we marched at a leisurely 116 paces per minute. Although my knees are shot too but I blame the long exercises we did in cold wet places carrying kit and doing stags. It wasn't all bad though, I remember much of my time in the Army with a great fondness. They were good times.
Il try and pop in one day, if these lot would have tried harder at school they could have joined the navy too!!
Upstairs, there's usually 20+ some of the squaddies are actually interesting with a sense of humour not matelot humour though. Oldest member is 99 and was at Arnhem fitter than i am 34 years younger.
I did once. During the build up to the Falklands conflict I was detached to Sennybridge in South Wales as part of the HQ 38 Group staff from RAF Upavon. My branch was Offensive Support/Support Helicopters so we had an interest in the fast jet element of the training. The troops on the ground were practicing their combat skills in similar terrain to that expected in the South Atlantic and our pilots were screaming over head dropping the odd bomb to give it more of an edge. After one series of sorties there was a need to get the air recce material down to RAF Brawdy near Haverfordwest for processing by their Air Photography department. The boss asked me to get down there asap and back that same afternoon with the pictures so the only way to achieve that was to take a helicopter ride. There were a couple of two-seater Scouts on standby and I happily jumped in one and got flown down through the valleys at very low level by an NCO Army pilot. It was the best helicopter ride I ever had during my whole service, swooping low to scare the sheep and just missing the edges of mountains through the narrow passes. Beats cruising at 35,000 feet any day of the week