National Service - what we learned
Every now and again after some particular outrage by a young person, student, hoodie, longhair or what have you, then some armchair ex-colonel or even someone more important like a former Lance Corporal, will come out of the woodwork and suggest that National Service should be re-introduced instead of sending young men to university.
I have been thinking of writing a book about my National Service days sixty odd years ago, and will call it something like "Learned to drive and learned to skive". Haven't got round to it yet but when I do......
The Chapters will include:
How to pretend to be busy by carrying a clipboard
When in a barracks, walk quickly looking straight ahead so that it would appear that you have some purpose and remember to walk around the parade ground and not across it.
All the verses of bawdy rugby songs, even if you have never played rugby.
When in a barracks, walk quickly looking straight ahead so that it would appear that you have some purpose and remember to walk around the parade ground and not across it.
All the verses of bawdy rugby songs, even if you have never played rugby.
Swearing in Arabic,
How to darn socks
Marching without kicking the heels of the guy in front so that a whole platoon is not brought down like a row of dominoes.( Never really mastered that one)
Marching without kicking the heels of the guy in front so that a whole platoon is not brought down like a row of dominoes.( Never really mastered that one)
Spend long hours doing nothing either on your bed or in the Naafi if there was money left.
If it stands still paint it, if it moves salute it.
If it stands still paint it, if it moves salute it.
Play brag and solo whist
Get drunk, if you can afford it on ten Bob a week
Smoke by buying five Woodbines at a time.
Fire a rifle, sten gun and pistol (not a revolver!)
And most importantly....
And most importantly....
Bite your tongue when being given orders by jumped up little squirts with upper-class accents and no brains.
