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05 FORTNIGHTLY <strong>06</strong>/07/<strong>17</strong><br />
the uK’s no: 1 Veterans Magazine<br />
IT AIN’T ALL BAD - TIME TO PULL UP A SANDBAG<br />
Tales from the Trench<br />
(Or time to pull up a sandbag)<br />
One of the best things about serving in the<br />
British Forces is the humour. Troops are,<br />
well, let’s just say ‘warped’ and at times<br />
they need to be to do the things the<br />
Governments ask them to do. But the<br />
problem lies in the things they get up to<br />
when they get bored. Sometime ago, the<br />
Sandbag Times ran a section called ‘Pull<br />
Up A Sandbag’. I think it may have been<br />
a little too soon to throw all that at people<br />
back then so I’m going to try it again now.<br />
So sit back, relax, grab a brew and enjoy<br />
the Tales from the Trench.<br />
Air Supremecy taken too far<br />
Falkland Islands 1992 (Anon)<br />
There is no way to describe life on the<br />
Falkland Islands without laughing. A<br />
barren Island with no trees, lots of rocks,<br />
sheep and penguins. The good thing<br />
about it is the camp at Mount Pleasant<br />
Airport. the main building is 2 miles long<br />
accomodating around 2,000 troops of all<br />
shapes, sizes and flavours. (Army, RN,<br />
RaF, etc). Amazing place with no end of<br />
boredom killing antics being played out in<br />
every corridor, nook and cranny. Bin<br />
diving comes to mind here, I’ll just let your<br />
imagination run wild with that.<br />
Anyway, I was posted there with the RIC<br />
(Resident Infantry Company) which consisted<br />
of chaps from 1st Bn Royal<br />
Hampshire Regiment and 2nd Bn Queens<br />
Regiment, soon to become the Princess<br />
of Wales’s Royal Regiment. Good bunch<br />
of guys!!<br />
During my brief stay, I got to know one of<br />
the crews from the Hurcules flight, 1312<br />
sqn, and manager to jump on board for a<br />
few mail drops and air-to-air refuelling of<br />
the F4 Phantoms that were acting as<br />
Close Air Support, pretty cool really.<br />
Unfortunately. some bright spark in the<br />
higher echilons decided to replace the<br />
trusty Phantoms with four brand new F3<br />
Tornados, along with that, brand new aircrews<br />
who were, for want of a better word,<br />
bloody lunatics.<br />
It wasn’t long before trouble broke out<br />
when, after a heavy night in the mess, a<br />
bunch of Tornado pilots thought it would<br />
be funny to pour some oil around the front<br />
wheel of a Hurcules. After several days of<br />
investigative maintenance and realising<br />
there was nothing wrong, it took no time<br />
to realise that the guilty party was their<br />
new, fast jet neighbours.<br />
So, not to be outdone, and taken in great<br />
RAF humour the Hurcules sqn got their<br />
own back by flour bombing the Tornado<br />
crew room from the air. Very messy,<br />
unfortunately the military police contingent,<br />
who were yet to sign out a sense of<br />
humour from the stores, threw a wobbly<br />
shouting out all kinds of obscenities such<br />
as FOD and Danger to Aircraft and other<br />
stuff like that.<br />
So, not to be outdone, when all the mess<br />
was cleaned up and the Police were<br />
happy, the Tornado crew, again after a few<br />
sherberts, decided to paint a big hand<br />
underneath one of the Hurcs with the<br />
middle finger rampant. Unfortunately, this<br />
time, the Station Commander saw it and<br />
asked politely for all aircrews to grow up.<br />
Not to be Outdone, the Hurcules Flight,<br />
now getting slightly miffed with the whole<br />
thing decided to buzz the Tornado crew<br />
room with a 37 tonne plane, at a height<br />
where one could have hitched a lift from it.<br />
Earthquake time!! This actually turned out<br />
to be a serious mistake and ended up<br />
being the final blow, at least for them.<br />
So, not to be outdone, the 1458 Flt, CAP<br />
decided to play the same game. One<br />
morning when no one was expecting it<br />
and some were even still in bed, two F3<br />
Tornado’s took off for their daily Air Patrol.<br />
It was normal practice to fly over the airfield<br />
once airborne as a safety observation.<br />
This particular morning was anything<br />
but safe. The two fighter took a good run<br />
up at the airfield with full afterburner stayed<br />
very low, flew above 1312 crew room<br />
and went vertical. The ensuing shockwave<br />
from the Jets engines nye on destroyed<br />
the crew room. After this, the Station<br />
Commander called both bosses into the<br />
office for a meeting without tea and biscuits<br />
and politely explained the error of<br />
their ways. I wish I was a fly on the wall of<br />
that meeting!!<br />
Special Brew (58-Pattern)<br />
Just remembered some naughtyness the<br />
lads did back in the late 80's. I remember<br />
getting a phone call from the Guardroom<br />
SNCO that there was a debt collecter serving<br />
papers on our Sqn. I quickly drove<br />
over and I think it was the Britannia Music<br />
Club but the lads had used our base<br />
address and postcode and filled in orders<br />
for<br />
Christian Name: TheSqn<br />
Surname: Kettle<br />
Christian Name: Hugh<br />
Surname: Jardon<br />
Etc<br />
Our Sqn had ordered nearly £400Stg<br />
worth of Music & Videos !!<br />
It was hard not to laugh as the heaviliy tattooed<br />
debt collector who was a nasty<br />
piece of work wanted to come onto the<br />
base and speak to the Sqn Kettle and<br />
Hugh Jardon et al. I sent him packing and<br />
told him if a mail order company were stupid<br />
enough to send CDs & Videos on credit<br />
to a kettle then they should write it of as<br />
Bad & Doubtful Debt and not be stupid<br />
enough to outsource the debt and he was<br />
stupid expecting a kettle to pay up.<br />
Despite my 'bollocking' of the Sqn with a<br />
glint in my eye and a big smile when I<br />
asked that the Sqn Kettle & Hugh stopped<br />
ordering music CD's. The lads continued.<br />
The funny thing was about 2 weeks later<br />
there I got Wet Wet Wet / Kylie & some<br />
other CD in my pigeon hole. The lads had<br />
ordered it to:<br />
Christian Name: NiceKind<br />
Surname: Woopert<br />
I had to laugh and gave the CD's to the<br />
Padre for the youth club. Thats the<br />
humour that I miss.<br />
Flying Wooperts (Bowser mong)<br />
At RAF Bruggen in 1993 and an AAC fullscrew<br />
pilot walked past two RAF officers.<br />
As the fullscrew didn't throw up a salute<br />
one of the crab officers got a bee in his<br />
bonnet. "Corporal. Don't you salute RAF<br />
officers in the Army?"<br />
"No sir."<br />
Asked with incredulity "Why not?"<br />
Straight faced reply "Because we don't<br />
have RAF officers in the Army,sir."<br />
War poetry<br />
Tired, torn, beneath the tree he laid on<br />
grass<br />
The breeze sweeping off his sweat<br />
There was a calm he longed for long<br />
His eyes were shut and he was taken aback<br />
The calm was gone<br />
Walking through the pool of blood<br />
Trembling, shaking voices called for god<br />
Father! screamed a voice at some distance<br />
He knew the voice, his legs almost failed<br />
that instance<br />
Soaked in his mothers blood, red flowed his<br />
tears<br />
Far away a deer covered eyes of its fawn<br />
This sorrow, this grief, man has called himself<br />
upon<br />
Helpless his hands longed to touch him<br />
To feeble his legs could not even walk him<br />
Whose sin was it paying off he ask<br />
The king is also a man, no god to do his<br />
task<br />
The havoc he caused is being payed for<br />
No children did he spared, nor will the<br />
wrath do<br />
Greed and ego, hunger for power<br />
Driven by vices they called this hour<br />
The war to satisfy their ego has come to<br />
end<br />
Lost lives of innocents will never mend<br />
-Shamsir Alam<br />
Battleground<br />
They’ve eyes that are shining<br />
They sparkle so bright<br />
Below them a valley<br />
The centre of all<br />
The place they will battle<br />
The place they will fall<br />
Now what do they fight for<br />
Just what is their prize<br />
They are fighting to find out<br />
What’s truth and what’s lies<br />
You wont see this battle<br />
Yet know when it starts<br />
These battle so frequent<br />
In all of our hearts<br />
©karltearney<br />
Eyes wide shut<br />
My eyes wide open sitting in this place,<br />
staring at nothing, staring into space.<br />
I gently close my eyes knowing whats to<br />
come, the flash the bang the sound of a<br />
gun.<br />
The things that flash by are from when i<br />
was a forces member, hard to forget but<br />
easy to remember. I open my eyes it’s<br />
gone in a blink, no wonder sometimes i<br />
turn to drink.<br />
Its hard to dream of family and friends, i<br />
don’t know when these nightmares will<br />
end. My eyes have been shut for such a<br />
long time, i hope not to need the booze,<br />
brandy or wine<br />
I want them to be open and let them be<br />
mine, to turn off the dark and turn on the<br />
sunshine<br />
Friends<br />
We all need them, we all need someone<br />
to lean on, someone to share our problems<br />
with, someone to standby us,<br />
someone who we can enjoy life with,<br />
and in return we do the same for them.<br />
As we walk through life, friends do come<br />
and go, we, or they, move on, we may<br />
fall out with them or we may lose them<br />
altogether. But regardless which, we<br />
never forget them. I fell out with a friend<br />
last year over a very silly argument. We<br />
both had our egos beaten a little and became<br />
very stubborn in admitting blame.<br />
As time has gone on it has become<br />
harder and harder for us to get back in<br />
contact with each other and both of our<br />
lives have now moved into different directions.<br />
I look back on the fun times<br />
that we shared and all of the good that<br />
we achieved together and so miss them.<br />
I hope so much that we will rebuild that<br />
friendship soon. It was worth so much.<br />
My big lesson out of this was the question<br />
of fault. Our row was over something<br />
very trivial that lead to hurtful<br />
words being exchanged between us<br />
both. So who was at fault? We both<br />
were, is the short answer. Not for the<br />
reasons that we argued about but for the<br />
fact that we allowed something so precious<br />
to fall apart over something we<br />
shouldn't have argued over. Was it worth<br />
all of this time without his friendship? absolutely<br />
not. Most of the reflections I<br />
have written can all be used here but<br />
two of them stick out a mile for me.<br />
Judgement and Forgiveness. I judged<br />
my friend wrongly in quite a few ways<br />
and in that alone I let him down. Although<br />
I thought I was right at the time I<br />
can see the enemy was fuelling my<br />
pride.<br />
Is there someone in your life that was<br />
once very special who you now won't<br />
speak to. Take a look at the reasons why<br />
you were friends and ask yourself was<br />
your friend purely at fault and were you<br />
in a position to judge them. Then ask<br />
yourself is a reconciliation possible. I do<br />
hope so or why do so many talk of forgiveness.<br />
Also consider this passage<br />
from 1 Corinthians 13: "If I speak in the<br />
tongues of men and of angels, but have<br />
not love, I am a noisy gong or a clanging<br />
cymbal. And if I have prophetic powers,<br />
and understand all mysteries and all<br />
knowledge, and if I have all faith, so as<br />
to remove mountains, but have not love,<br />
I am nothing. If I give away all I have,<br />
and if I deliver up my body to be burned,<br />
but have not love, I gain nothing."<br />
Love your friends. To lose them is a sin.<br />
The Battleground ready<br />
It shrinks and it grows<br />
The smart lines of soldiers<br />
They stand in their rows<br />
Both Armies look equal<br />
With one dressed in red<br />
They’ve eyes that are distant<br />
They stare as if dead<br />
On the opposite ridgeline<br />
They dress all in white<br />
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