All right lads, in the spirit of a bit of a laugh I'll kick this one off:
Picture a starving, sleep deprived irishrgr at Ranger School, swamp phase in Florida. Absloutely shatterd tired, setting up for an ambush, detailed, with three other lads to be far security for an ambush on a road. Off we go, get in place, it's cold, heavy drizzle & fog. We're miserable but swear we wont fall asleep....Next thing we remember is waking to the sound of distant gunfire as those on the ambush line who stayed awake fired a few shots. It was at this point we realize someone has taken our weapons (which are tied to you with para cord). Staff goes "admin" with the requisite amount of swearing, shouting, push-ups flutter kicks and general bollocking of the students. "We'll do this ambush all fcuking night until we get it right" they scream.
Everyone shuffles back to position......irishrgr presents himself to staff "Sergeant, we don't have our weapons...." Small, instructor sized explosion in his face.....a shape looms behind the RI (Ranger Instructor) "Whats the problem sergeant?" "These fcukwits don't have their weapons Sergeant Major" Of course, this was the day the Regimental Commander and his Sergeant Major had decided to walk patrols with us.
Irishrgr begins mentally composing his letter of resignation, wondering should he just post his kit back to the unit or just leave it on the doorstep late one night, either way he's thinking this won't go well and that distant flushing sound is in fact his career. Sergeant Major tells us he found our position by the snoring and was able to untie our weapons from our belts we were so asleep. "Come see me in the morning" he says and notes our roster number. After another miserable sleepless night of slopping around in the swamp, a grey dawn arrives. Irishrgr presents himself to the CSM and amazingly, after a serious bollocking, gets a "minor" (essentially a slap on the wrist), CSM tells him Merry Christmas and to fcuk off.....it was Decemberr after all.......best Christmas pressie ever....of course for the rest of the school, the staff were happy to remind me of my sleeping habits.........so lets hear some other stories...A
Picture a starving, sleep deprived irishrgr at Ranger School, swamp phase in Florida. Absloutely shatterd tired, setting up for an ambush, detailed, with three other lads to be far security for an ambush on a road. Off we go, get in place, it's cold, heavy drizzle & fog. We're miserable but swear we wont fall asleep....Next thing we remember is waking to the sound of distant gunfire as those on the ambush line who stayed awake fired a few shots. It was at this point we realize someone has taken our weapons (which are tied to you with para cord). Staff goes "admin" with the requisite amount of swearing, shouting, push-ups flutter kicks and general bollocking of the students. "We'll do this ambush all fcuking night until we get it right" they scream.
Everyone shuffles back to position......irishrgr presents himself to staff "Sergeant, we don't have our weapons...." Small, instructor sized explosion in his face.....a shape looms behind the RI (Ranger Instructor) "Whats the problem sergeant?" "These fcukwits don't have their weapons Sergeant Major" Of course, this was the day the Regimental Commander and his Sergeant Major had decided to walk patrols with us.
Irishrgr begins mentally composing his letter of resignation, wondering should he just post his kit back to the unit or just leave it on the doorstep late one night, either way he's thinking this won't go well and that distant flushing sound is in fact his career. Sergeant Major tells us he found our position by the snoring and was able to untie our weapons from our belts we were so asleep. "Come see me in the morning" he says and notes our roster number. After another miserable sleepless night of slopping around in the swamp, a grey dawn arrives. Irishrgr presents himself to the CSM and amazingly, after a serious bollocking, gets a "minor" (essentially a slap on the wrist), CSM tells him Merry Christmas and to fcuk off.....it was Decemberr after all.......best Christmas pressie ever....of course for the rest of the school, the staff were happy to remind me of my sleeping habits.........so lets hear some other stories...A
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