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50 NAVY ENGINEERING BULLETIN MARCH 2003<br />
NIRIMBAs' two main airstrips and<br />
a large taxiway set in a large<br />
triangle - a distance of some 3-4<br />
miles; or if the indescretion was<br />
committed at night, you found<br />
yourself (along with the rest of<br />
your hut members) doubling the<br />
length of the main airstrip (about<br />
1000 yards) with your mattress<br />
over your head. We learnt very<br />
early in these days at NIRIMBA<br />
that most punishments were<br />
directed against the whole term<br />
instead of just the individual<br />
perpetrator. This was 'designed to<br />
divide and separate' the term.<br />
Unfortunately, in our case, we<br />
found that the opposite occurred<br />
and it, if anything, brought our<br />
term closer together and we<br />
readily accepted group<br />
punishment on behalf of an<br />
individual. (Looking back on it<br />
now, this was a fact quickly<br />
recognised by our Commander,<br />
who, I feel, was quite pleased<br />
with our term loyalty).<br />
The nights offered us no respite<br />
at all, as, as the first termers (or<br />
'Sprogs') we were subjected to<br />
continual, and sometimes quite<br />
brutal harrassment in the form of<br />
senior term hunting parties who<br />
would, when they came upon a<br />
Sprog, strip him, coat his private<br />
parts quite liberally with boot<br />
polish (that had to be scrubbed<br />
off in cold water in a Sydney<br />
western suburbs winter - not<br />
funny, especially with an 'issue<br />
soap' that was flat out giving a<br />
lather in the best of<br />
circumstances), and the odd and<br />
not so infrequent fist or elbow<br />
from the polishers on the<br />
polishee - just to tide him over.<br />
This we could endure for a month<br />
or so (all done of course with<br />
'unofficial' sanction from Sir), but<br />
it began to wear thin after twothree<br />
months every night; so, we,<br />
as a term, did the unthinkable,<br />
the unheard of -'we retaliated<br />
against our senior term<br />
tormentors. We advised them that<br />
for every one of us that was<br />
bastardised - one of them would<br />
cop it from us. This was laughed<br />
off until we actually had to prove<br />
the point. This was in the form of<br />
a one-to-one confrontation<br />
between one of 'ours' and one of<br />
'them' with the unspoken<br />
agreement that whoever emerged<br />
the victor, had the right of<br />
decision of future 'activities'. This<br />
gladitorial event took place in the<br />
gym with both terms fully<br />
represented and quite a number<br />
of the other termers as<br />
'interested spectators', (with a<br />
couple of Senior Sailors quite<br />
inconspicuous at the rear of the<br />
screaming throng, just to see<br />
things were kept above board and<br />
lives were not lost), all cheering<br />
on their respective champions in<br />
the best traditions of the Circus<br />
Maximus. Let it be quite certain<br />
that we didn't want just a victory<br />
- we wanted BLOOD! That our<br />
'champion' proved the victor of<br />
the foray was, needless to say, an<br />
immense relief and a source of<br />
great enjoyment to us, as now we<br />
had set the precedent with the<br />
warning, and our intentions now<br />
were a valid threat. (This, I must<br />
hasten to add, was also with full<br />
'unofficial' approval with the<br />
statement: 'if you can't cop it<br />
sweet, why should you deal it<br />
out!!')<br />
As night fell, we all would dress in<br />
black (black battle dress,<br />
seaman's jumper, beret and light<br />
boots) and head for the scrub.<br />
We got quite proficient at<br />
camouflage and the art of<br />
immovability. I can still remember<br />
lying in a dark shallow ditch not<br />
daring to breathe with a second<br />
termer standing over me with one<br />
foot either side of the ditch,<br />
looking for 'Sprogs' to 'get'. I was<br />
sure he would hear my heart, but<br />
he missed me and moved on. Our<br />
harrassment declined steadily,<br />
but our first five months were<br />
fairly brutal - so much so, we, as<br />
'old hands' the following term,<br />
refused to harrass the new<br />
'Sprogs' in any physical form at<br />
all. (Their beds and huts took a<br />
hell of a beating, but the person<br />
was untouched).<br />
This harrassment came to a head<br />
during our first mid-term break.<br />
We were billeted on a disused<br />
emergency airstrip by HMAS<br />
'CRESWELL' in fibro huts. Once<br />
again as night fell, so the jackals<br />
and hyenas closed in. We 'Sprogs'<br />
barricaded ourselves in one of<br />
the huts and successfully held off<br />
all attacks for the whole night.<br />
The senior termers came at us<br />
with everything - battering rams,<br />
fire hoses, clubs, rocks - anything<br />
they could lay their hands on and<br />
kept at us all night without<br />
respite. The result next morning<br />
was a completely devastated and<br />
wrecked hut. What seemed funny<br />
to Sir the previous evening, didn't<br />
seem so hilarious the next<br />
morning - and was definitely<br />
most unfunny when he received<br />
the bill from 'CRESWELL' to repair<br />
the hut when we returned to<br />
‘NIRIMBA'. During the course of<br />
Sir's admonitory tirade to the<br />
senior termers that following<br />
morning, we 'Sprogs' filtered out<br />
of camp to relative safety. Our<br />
choice was the beach, (where we<br />
could see sharks swimming just<br />
beyond the first line of breakers,<br />
or the bush, which was literally<br />
swarming with black snakes,<br />
being smack in the middle of the<br />
mating season). Most of us took<br />
the sharks, although one of our<br />
‘bushies' walked quite openly<br />
around the base camp amongst<br />
the senior termers quite<br />
unmolested and was granted all<br />
manner of unheard-of courtesies.<br />
The fact that he continually held<br />
a mad as hell black snake in his<br />
hand at all times probably helped<br />
somewhat.