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Thread ID: 139653	2015-06-06 20:21:00	Kinda strange...	Greg (193)	PC World Chat

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1402142	2015-06-06 20:21:00	... my neffie Jordan just completed his NZ army basic training, tallest man in his team. Squaddie today, lean, mean killing machine tomorrow (he aspires to become a chef!): :waughh: 6513 Kinda strange when I remember that I babysat for my brother and changed this kid's nappies! :clap	Greg (193)
1402143	2015-06-06 21:46:00	One of our friends sons just passed out as well, don't see him though so must be a different unit.	gary67 (56)
1402144	2015-06-06 22:41:00	Well done for him. A mean killing machine Chef? Glad I'm not still in the Army.	Richard (739)
1402145	2015-06-06 23:27:00	Surprise surprise that they put him in that position in the platoon on parade! Everyone will be able to see him to order the ranks! Actually I can't remember what that is called - school cadets are over 50 years in my past. I recall visiting Shelly Bay RNZAF Base (Evans Bay, Wellington) in the 1970's, and we were hosted to a beautiful lunch. We were told that most of the guys who were training to be chefs in the RNZAF enlisted so they could get the best chef training available, and when they completed their apprenticeships they were snapped up by the top hotels (both national and international) because the training was so good. I don't know if that is still the case, but best wishes to your nephew for his future career. It is a great way to travel and see the world (my youngest has done this, with pastry chef jobs in top hotels in NZ, Australia, England and Scotland). Hard work, but honest toil and very creative. Not awfully healthy though! Kitchens often have concrete floors that play hell with your feet and legs, and the heavy lifting plays merry hell with your back if aren't careful.	John H (8)
1402146	2015-06-07 00:26:00	John, as I recall the platoon "marker" was at the other end, and everyone dressed off him by raising their right arm out to the shoulder of the next man, and shuffling into position, then waiting patiently to be yelled at by the RSM for looking untidy. Remember?	Richard (739)
1402147	2015-06-07 01:52:00	lean, mean killing machine It's all summed up in the saying: "Join the army, meet interesting people and kill them."	Roscoe (6288)
1402148	2015-06-07 07:59:00	Sizing in Flights or Platoons is done so that the tallest people are on the end ranks, shorter in the middle.	Whenu (9358)
1402149	2015-06-07 10:11:00	John, as I recall the platoon "marker" was at the other end, and everyone dressed off him by raising their right arm out to the shoulder of the next man, and shuffling into position, then waiting patiently to be yelled at by the RSM for looking untidy. Remember? Richard, I can certainly remember being yelled at, and I can remember doing the yelling in my last year at school, but I am damned if I can remember which way we dressed - whether it was right or left.	John H (8)
1402150	2015-06-07 12:55:00	John, as I recall the platoon "marker" was at the other end, and everyone dressed off him by raising their right arm out to the shoulder of the next man, and shuffling into position, then waiting patiently to be yelled at by the RSM for looking untidy. Remember? When I did my Military training we had a Scots Guard RSM called "Rumble Guts". When on parade he would stick his pacing stick up your arse and shout "you look like a cow on heat, pull your arse in", then he would come round the front and poke us in the gut "you look like a pregnant cow, pull it in", of course your arse would stick out again! Meanwhile midges would be getting up our shorts, we didn't wear underpants. Rope climbing was also very hazardous when he was around! A plane load of us had just arrived at the Airport. "Rumble Guts" yelled at us. Get into alphabetical order". We were all strangers. He then ordered us "To the trucks, DOUBLE!" Trouble was we didn't know where the trucks were, parked out of sight!	mzee (3324)
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