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Was she allowed to use a rolling pin for the milling?
TLO was commenting on this the other day, I had to point out that yes they've passed P Coy and well done to them, but they remain doctors or whatever and will never find themselves chucking a grenade into a bunker or sticking a bayonet in somebody to save a comrade. This doesn't take away anything from their achievement, they will parachute when called for, but will operate from the back of a vehicle or tent, providing well needed service, but they are NOT and will never be an airborne soldier!Â
Will they be allowed to carry the rolling pin for emergencies? 🤔Â
Probably won't have space with all their Tampax's, make up and other 'vital' supplies they'll be carrying! Years ago the USMC found that most of their women couldn't throw a grenade far enough to not kill themselves, so an order went out not to issue grenades to their many women, who of course consider themselves equal in combat to the men, but actually would be no use when it comes to vital skills and blokes might die for want of a well thrown grenade!🙄Â
Remember years ago watching a doco on women in the US army/USMC. One of them was bubbling repeatedly saying 'i can't do it'. The others were gathered round her with their squealy voices telling her she could. Can't remember if it was the course she couldn't do, or the survival part where the instructor who appeared to me to be a bit shot away, was showing them how to kill a chook if they only had one arm. First one, holding it by the feet, he swung back and forth to relax it, then he put his boot on its head and ripped it apart. Second one picked up and did an Ozzie, he put it into his mouth by the back of its neck and bit the head off it.  ÂPosted by: @patProbably won't have space with all their Tampax's, make up and other 'vital' supplies they'll be carrying! Years ago the USMC found that most of their women couldn't throw a grenade far enough to not kill themselves, so an order went out not to issue grenades to their many women, who of course consider themselves equal in combat to the men, but actually would be no use when it comes to vital skills and blokes might die for want of a well thrown grenade!🙄Â
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That reminds me of Estancia house where I was nicking the chickens to subsidise the shit arctic compo, and one of the lads 'Stretch' Dunn asked me to let him kill one as he'd never done it before. Pulled too hard and off came the head and we all got a liberal spraying of blood as he waved it at us saying "How did that happen?" 'Never point a headless chicken in jest!' was the rule made up on the spot! 🤣Â
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Makes you wonder when you hear somebody say, Ohhh! I couldn't do that, they never think, if I don't I'm going to starve to death. Over the years society has lost a lot of skills. Remember the days when you bought a chicken and you had to pluck and gut it, not one wrapped up in a plastic bag!
My owd man kept racing pigeons and any that did,nt come up to the mark, he just ripped their crust off. Pigeon pie fer tea toneet, I guess! 🙄Â
I remember the awning outside the grocer's shop on Portland with chickens and rabbits hung from it. As kids the dare was to run under it without getting drops of blood on your school uniform, for which there'd be a beating when you got home. The funny thing about the rabbits was the old Portlanders were superstitious and wouldn't say 'rabbit'. It stemmed from the old days when rabbits would undermine the quarry workings and cause collapses, so if a quarryman saw one on the way to work, or us kids shouted the word at them, they'd go home. Various names were used at the butcher to buy them, such as 'long eared mutton' or 'one of them there furry things'. Bunny was just about acceptable, and my mother got into trouble when working in the butchers for laughing at a big strapping bloke who came in and timidly asked for a bunny for his tea! Over here in a local fishing port 'Rat' is forbidden as it's meant to mean a trawler will founder, instead they are called The Grey Gentlemen'! 🙄Â
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