In the Army Now - The joy of the Armed ForcesI've never been a soldier. I was an air cadet once, but that mostly involved sitting in a mouldy hut learning about aeroplane engines with the hint that one day we might go flying.
Yet, anyone who has spent time defending their nation, or at least drinking bromide-laced-tea for their nation, must have stories to tell. Tell them now.
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chthonic, Thu 23 Mar 2006, 18:26)
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My good mateWas out in an african country with certain people from poole.
He was on the aircraft pan awaiting a flight home, where aforementioned people were loading their kit onto the plane.
They neglected to mention to anyone that they had an ammo crate full of flashbangs cooking away in the heat.
My mate was on the phone to his girlfriend, saying when he'll be back, when the flashbangs decided that their life was too boring, and they proceeded to commit mass suicide in the crate.
Cue my mate hanging up and doing a swastika impression away from the source of the explosions.
His missus on the other end of the phone heard something along the lines of "Should be back within the next few days, will ring later to let you know..... BANG BANG BANG (line dead)"
One of the lads found her pacing backwards and forwards in her room imagining the worst.
We all found it quite funny when my mates phone didn't work again until he'd landed back here and was outside her room.
A long line of worn carpet with a slight odour was present in her room by all accounts.
the really dodgy thing was that the ammo crate was kicked around the pan by the guys from poole as the nades went off one after the other, while everyone else had either legged it or hit the deck in panic.
Fukin nutters!!!
(, Mon 27 Mar 2006, 8:14, Reply)
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