by Andyman » Tue Mar 09, 2010 12:02 pm
Hello lads, 23981158 j/spr Anderson reporting back in after being Awol for a few weeks, lost the log in passwords. Bloody nuisance aren´t they.
Regiment!, Regiment ´shun! Saturdays were blessed with these sweet words from RSM Gadsden, he of the short stature but big voice. RSM´s Parade the highlight of the week.
It was probably alright for the rest of you sciving somewhere in the middle but it was hell for me. Being the tallest in the platoon I was right marker which was no problem for normal drill but on Saturdays Right Marker for the Regiment. Keep the pace that man! Get in step! And other niceties for my long lanky attempts to keep the regimental parade from turning into a shambles, if looks could kill.
I remember standing there in the horizontal rain that was howling in off the Atlantic and him telling us that it was all our own fault. “You shouldn´t have F****ing joined should you*
Or “ This is Scotland the land of the brave, you have to be F****ing brave to live here” Regiment ´shun!
Then he would climb down off his little wooden box that the unfortunate duty corporal had to carry and run around after him until he found somewhere to shout orders from.
Almost as entertaining was the Cassels coy. CSM Graham Argyll & Sutherland Highlanders if my memory still serves. Hairy legs and a kilt. He was so stiff on parade I often thought he would snap in half.
Standing at attention his arse stuck out behind and the upper body incined forward gave him duck like qualities. He was fearless with the pace stick though.
Another character on drill was Sgt. Digger Blake who 23942018 Woody (Widzy) remembers, he had jerky uncoordinated movements and stuck his forefinger and thumb out to the side when marching, his right arm would jerk back and forth instead of swinging it.
Woody you wrote that he came out to Hong Kong after Troon, perhaps he was a nice bloke when you got to know him, I hope so. You can see him on the photo tha Ian Ried posted of the first intake in May 1962.
Piddlehinton, where you got posted to after Troon is just down the road from my home town of Dorchester, I have been past the camp many times but always thought it was too small for a regular unit and imagined it was a TA camp. I don´t remember squaddies in Dorchester at nights or weekends. Or perhaps you were all very well behaved. Small world isn´t it.
Sorry to hear you were discharged on a medical.
You also mentioned Dave Gungy Gunner Gunning, he was in No. 10 Platoon with me, I remember him well and still have the little bone on the back of my hand sticking out where good old Dave slammed the outside door on me as we doubled around the PT block “Last one back does 10 press ups” and I smacked into the brass door knob with the back of my hand at full pelt,. I got good at doing press ups. Thank you Bombardier Nap.
Kanonier´s memories of the Sunday church parades had me thinking that if you got up real early and went to early mass or communion, I was a proddy dog, you were excused going later, get it over and done with quick. I probably managed it about once. You had to get your chitty signed though, ´cause if you forgot you got a second chance to wash away your sins.
After reading the recent posts about the food and girls in camp I think it must have turned into a holiday camp after I left in December 1964. A salad bar! Girls in the cookhouse! TV room! Radio! Dances on the camp with real female creatures!!!, sounds good to me. Pity I missed it all, Lucky Bastards
Keep up the good work lads. Where´s Chris Gad got to? Hope nothing has happened to him.
Cheers Andyman