Looking Forward

Post60

A few weeks later, we were having a house party. Rog and I hired two blokes to mind the door and deal with any trouble. Unfortunately, the party got a bit too enthusiastic and the bouncers left after only two hours. Rog and I tried to keep order. Continue reading

Fight

Post59

The beginning of the end of my time in Northern England happened after a confrontation with a gang that had bullied Rog throughout his schooldays. Name-calling and the odd schoolboy scrap intensified into something much more sinister in adult life: Threats and violence. It was time to put a stop to it all. One Friday evening in the pub, a heated argument kicked off when one of the Bullyboys spread a rumour that he was sleeping with Rog’s girlfriend. I didn’t know if it was true, but I assumed not. Anyway, Rog was not impressed and a scuffle broke out. There were five of them against Rog, myself and a few of his student friends, but only I backed Rog up. They told us not to drink there again. Continue reading

The Sun And The Cold

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A friend had bought a house and two rooms were available to rent. Rog took one room and I got the other. Boredom mounted at work, but I was lucky to be earning, given the lack of work in the local area. Summer holidays abroad with my mates offered some light relief from everyday life. Continue reading

Blood

Post57

I went on a night out at a local club. As the evening drew to a close, there was a commotion in the street. A fight broke out between three men, two against one, and the crowd bayed for blood. It didn’t last long as the poor sod was punched to the ground and received a flurry of kicks to the head. As his face was smashed against the pavement, I pushed my way through everyone and stood between the man on the ground and the other two with my arms outstretched. Continue reading

Tension

Post56

I served in the Paras, but decided to leave the following year. My knee gradually worsened on the regular battle marches and, literally, I limped through to the end of my time in the battalion. Initial parachute training worsened the problem as I hit the ground feet first and rolled agonisingly along my legs. However, I didn’t leave due to that injury, although it ended up causing pain for years. I was just in a hurry in life and wanted something else. I didn’t know what it was, but I was going to find it. Continue reading

Maroon Beret

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As we neared the end of the course, the fifty-one surviving recruits were mustered before the Dakota for a group photograph. We lined up on the grass in our crap hats. The two rows at the back were standing and the training staff sat in front with boots crossed, fists on their knees and maroon berets on. With the formalities over, we were ordered to sort our kit out. Continue reading

Salisbury Plain

Post54

After another day’s training, we were on the parade square as the Sergeant and an Officer melted away to leave Corporals Wild and Savage prowling at the front. It was early evening and the atmosphere grew tense. Anything could happen with these two in charge. We were brought to attention and turned to the right. Standing there, a few peered around to see what the Corporals were doing. Continue reading

Soldiering

Post53

It was made clear we had to run everywhere and work hard. We were supposed to rise at 5 a.m. and finish at about 9 p.m. But I got up at 4 a.m. each day to get ready and sort my kit out before most recruits were up. It was a good start. Further instruction was given on cleaning our kit and brushing teeth, and demonstrations of how to fold sheets and blankets into the regulation size and shape. It took about half an hour with a ruler to get the bed clothing into the exact measurements, and this was time we didn’t have in the morning. We were warned not to use our sleeping bags to avoid making the bed blocks for morning inspection. I decided to put my bed block safely under the bed and got into my sleeping bag with a spare blanket over the top. This worked for the full course, which saved me extra time in the morning as I only had the hospital corners to make. Continue reading

Two Corporals

Post52

We were introduced to the soldiers of D Company, 4 Para, who were not impressed. Sergeant Hunter told us we were in peak physical condition as we’d just passed P Company, but were untested in the battalion so the jury was out on our competence. In any event, we still wore crap hats as we hadn’t passed the two-week training course in Aldershot, which we were reliably told would be a “Shit time.” The maroon beret presentation waited for those who passed. Continue reading