Contact. Wait Out. # 70. Feedback.

Contact. Wait Out. # 70. Feedback.

This actually happened to me the other day. I was working and two officers came up, in civilian clothes, and started chatting away to me. At first, I wasn't sure who they were exactly. It didn't take them long to tell me though. They got their bit out of the way and then asked me how I thought things were going and how I would change my particular aspect of the job.

As I was talking, I could see the Colonel's attention drifting off. He even folded his arms. I figured I was getting nowhere, so I stopped. That's when he hit me with it. He chinned me right off there and then. He told me I was moaning and that I wouldn't get anywhere. Cheers.

Hey, maybe I was moaning a little bit but a wise man once told me that a moan only becomes a moan when you've raised a valid point several times and nobody has listened.

Gold isn't it. You can have that one.

Contact. Wait out. #69. That One Guy

Contact. Wait out. #69. That One Guy

If you were ever dumb enough to lose your beret before forming up, you'll know all about this. You'd be that one guy. If you haven't you'll have more than likely seen it at some point.

You simply can't go on parade without your beret on. Those that have lost it, and have their helmet nearby, would have to put their helmet on. It makes sense. However, if you were that unlucky fellow wearing your helmet, while everyone else was wearing the correct head dress, you'd stick out like a sore thumb. Everyone else would know that you'd messed up and so would the senior NCOs and Officers.

Thankfully, I never have. It still makes me giggle when I pass a formed up group of soldiers and see it.

Contact. Wait out. #24. The Rugger.

Contact. Wait out. #24. The Rugger.

Army Navy is coming up and that deserves a strip. I really only watch the 6 Nations, and I know that is considered blasphemy to some, but there are two good reasons why the Army Navy game is not for me. Number 1 is that I'm not an officer type. This basically precludes me from joining in with the Wugger conversation awound Twickers. Number 2 is that I'm not a raging piss head. A lot of people that are going have no interest in the game, as long as Army wins, and are just going for the booze.

I have no problem with that by the way. If you're going, I hope you have an amazing time, I hope that the Navy get crushed, and I hope that you're so paralytic that you don't remember a single thing. Events like this are what keeps the brotherhood going and the esprit de corps developing into the future. I reckon everyone should experience it, in fact I'm kind of wishing I'm going now. Anyone got any spare tickets?

Contact. Wait out. #17. Ruperts in the field.

Contact. Wait out. #17. Ruperts in the field.

A good officer is worth his weight in gold just as a good NCO is. Unfortunately there are plenty of Hooray-Henry types out there that are a liability to themselves and others. The army is pretty good at clearing out the really cliched individuals and a good platoon sergeant will destroy a rupert in very quick time.

All that being said, we've all come across them and we've all been affected by their interesting approach. Contact. Wait out's resident Rupert is Captain Blenheim Lucknow. Wot wot!