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He was an obnoxious arrogant twat Jack !
I was one of the wooden furniture Brigade Bob,
No plastic for us Dave.
Too posh for us Bob!
I suppose they thought it was lighter, to me the stock always felt stronger with wood!
I managed to shatter a wooden fore stock using a woman's face in West Belfast '78. The OC wasn't best pleased with me but told her husband she'd grabbed the weapon and with the oil on a rainy day it slipped through her hands!(It hadn't rained for weeks but she never set her dog on another patrol after she was released from hossy!) 🤣Â
Rain in Belfast? wot a fukkin surprise! 😏Â
Yeah it wasn't known as the friendliest place in Britain!
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...of course you meant the oil used to protect the weapon from a rainy day Pat?Posted by: @patI managed to shatter a wooden fore stock using a woman's face in West Belfast '78. The OC wasn't best pleased with me but told her husband she'd grabbed the weapon and with the oil on a rainy day it slipped through her hands!(It hadn't rained for weeks but she never set her dog on another patrol after she was released from hossy!) 🤣Â
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It was a well thought out excuse on the part of the OC, Major Pike saying that my rifle was oily and she'd grabbed it and in the struggle it slipped from my hands and twatted her. The truth of the matter was that she used to see patrols going past the back window and would let the dog out of the front door to attack us or visa versa the back door if we were passing the front. On this occasion I saw we had been spotted at the back, beat her to the front door and had my rifle raised over my head ready for her. I thought I'd killed her as her face did an impression of a bursting melon and down she went. The patrol commander then shot the offending dog before reporting it as a 'contact' which brought the OC rapidly on the scene to defend my honour, followed by an interview without coffee back in camp where he told me never to put him in that situation again, but well done for stopping the hag from causing any more injuries to bloke's legs! 😉Â
Pity the dog wuz shot and not the hag.
My OC '77-80 and of course CO in '82, best of both that I ever served under!
Wish they were all like that,instead of supercilious arrogant arseholes.
'Pikey' was a one off, no airs and graces and knew every man's name and nickname in the battalion with a photographic memory. The blokes would've followed him into hell if he asked, never heard a bad word said about him!
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