£5 to the charity of your choice if.....
Posted by: Tony Lockhart on 22 March 2013
One clue: it played a significant and scary part for a very short time in my first 'career'.
Yes, the wine is going down well!
Tony
Could be a gas chamber (CS gas) for gas mask and noddy suit drills - lock the door with your poor recruits inside and ignite the CS gas pellet on the plate above the pole and off you go.
That chamber really needs a rug - to tie the room together.
Ok, donation made to http://www.combatstress.org.uk/
A great idea from Sniper. I mentioned the forum in the comments part of the donation. I hope thats ok. I'm not sure my CDX would help combat stress though!
Tony
My initiation with CS gas was at this very chamber. We filed in, all brave little airmen, dressed in our NBC suits and S6 respirators. The rock ape then lit the CS pellet and wafted the fumes around to completely fill the room. Soon, the air appeared clear, and our moment had arrived.
The standard procedure was hood down, mask off, "Name, rank and number'. Most guys felt their eyes, lips and nostrils burning, a couple hesitated and took a lungful. Oops.
My turn came. MASSIVE lungful, hood down, mask off, eyes open. Name, rank and number given. Hmm, clever sod eh? Service number in reverse! I gave that. Mother's maiden name? I gave that. I still had air left, and was feeling nothing. The rock ape gave up and told me to f off.
So I did.
And in my 9 years, 9 months, and 5 days, I never suffered the dreaded effects of CS. I doubt I'm immune, but I only ever had a slight tingling on my lips.
I bet in the modern, politically correct, softy softy, tree hugging armed forces they use rose water or something........
Tony
Well done that man!
Now tony, any more images for guess that pic?
You could always post the quiz with no prize, just honour, or equally I'm sure other forum members would be happy to donate to such worthy causes
Tony,
Thanks for the donation. I am sure your rock apes were related to mine. One of my platoon was told to 'pick up' his vomit and put it in his pockets before we left the field. Great days.
While I was at Swinderby, one of the drill instructors, eyepatch, looked like Moshe Dayan, had a terrible reputation.
Eight years later the CIB turned up at my section at Leeming and a few guys were interviewed, the connection being he was their DI. He appeared in national papers, the sun dubbing him the Swine of Swinderby.
He made me laugh though. On exercise at North Luffenham, he made the guys dig a small hole for him. While he took a dump in it, the guys stood to attention around him, facing outwards, singing 'For He's A Jolly Good Fellow'. Priceless.
Other stuff was just plain Dickensian cruelty though.
Tony
Tony,
Were you told that in the event of a nuclear explosion you should put on your NBC (noddy) suit and respirator and lie face down on the floor holding your balls to protect your sperm?
After practicing this laughable nonsense one of my fellow officer cadets asked 'is this really the best position?'
The instructor replied 'no sir, the best position is to sit up and put your head between your knees'
'Will that protect my sperm'?
'No sir, but at least you can kiss your arse goodbye.'
