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Subject: 'Those Inkerman Depot Blues' Author: Jim Martin [ Next Thread | Previous Thread | Next Message | Previous Message ] Date Posted: 16:45:23 04/17/05 Sun This concerns my transition from being an Infantryman to becoming a Gunner. I remember joining up in the Army while I was working up in Middlesborough. I was drunk and disillusioned with civy street so I signed on, and found myself at Strensall Bks just outside of York. The Kings Division. I completed my sixteen weeks basic training before transfering over to the RA. I was told that I would only be going to Woolwich for Gunnery training and ordered to report there in No2 dress uniform. Upon arriving at the Guardroom things started to take a downwards turn as the first words out of the provo's mouth was "You sure that you have come to the right place dressed like that?" I've always said that sarcasm is the lowest form of wit!....Anyway I was sent off to Inkerman block where the situation started to become surreal upon meeting my Troop Sargeant for the first time! I was not a happy bunny being told that I would have to go through basic training all over again! Bloody bollocks I thought! They say if you can't take a joke, then you shouldn't have joined!....Next thing I know I'm summoned to the office where he makes me stand to attention while he tries to rip off all my buttons and insignia off my uniform without much luck! I stood there with some satisfaction watching him get more frustrated and begining to loose the plot! From then on I knew that there was goig to be a 'battle of wills' between him and me! He tried every means possible to break my spirit during those next three months. I always used to wear elastic's in my Olive greens and no matter what he said or did, would I conform, I think not! Was put on perminent Guard and basically given the full treatment at every opportunity. The more he tried, the more that I dug my heels in. I used to enjoy our confrontations! You know that I never did pass out from training! The old bugger put me on a Honnor Guard for some Brigadier who was the inspecting officer on the parade. I was able to watch the rest of the lads on the parade square doing drill with some contentment afterwards! Thinking of the old Billy Connolly number "O Sargeant, is this the Adventure you mean't when I put my name down on the line"...... [ Next Thread | Previous Thread | Next Message | Previous Message ]

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Subject Author Date Re: 'Those Inkerman Depot Blues' Dave P. 20:05:04 04/17/05 Sun Re: 'Those Inkerman Depot Blues' -- Jim Martin, 21:07:55 04/17/05 Sun Re: Did you say nutshell? -- Dave P., 22:34:37 04/17/05 Sun