Monday Morning Muster - Memories

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Originally Posted by taffylooneytoon

Hi Al , i recall turning up for my first ever bn muster parade when i joined mortars in Turnhill.
Carl Rowland's was plt Sgt, and he recruited me into the army, funny thing was his last words to me when i left for basic was the next time i see in in the bn i will jail you, i just laugh and said i buy that pint when you get me out.
When i was told after Ireland i was going to mortars , i was really chuffed because Carl was plt Sgt, on my first bn muster with mortars we formed up by company offices, i did not even make into onto the square , he sent me down for a work out, he came and got me out at dinner time with a big smile on his face and me with quite a mean haircut that one of civi blocks who worked in water treatment shed. I have not seen Carl since i left bn but i hope hes okay and i still owe him that pint , cheers Val.

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Taff I have a few drinks with Carl every week in the Con club i will convey your recall to him and see what his reply will be, Carl is caretaker at Aberystwyth,he is not on line any messages i will pass on.

CHARLIE COY BN MUSTER SWEAT SHIRTS DENIUMS BOOTS, RAGGING OFF THE RSM, AFTER MUSTER PARADE LEFT TURN DOUBLE MARCH STRAIGHT OUT OF CAMP IN LEMGO LEFT TURN STRAIGHT UP SACK HILL THAT USE TO SORT C, COY OUT AFTER A WEEKEND ON THE P***, HOW WE LOVED THAT OC FROM THE RRW:skeptical:

WRONG HOW CAN I FORGET RIGHT TURN OUT OF CAMP:mad:

Some cracking stories about musters. Going of the subject just a tad. Here is one from Berlin 1992 There was six of us just in from ATR Lichfield, Bullock, Strange, Morgan, Suttle, Smith 80 and myself. We were in continuous Trg with Cpl Griffiths, Fus James as Office Clerk. One night we all went out for a few bevies, knowing that the following morning we had BPFA. A few of the lads made there way back to Montgomery Bks at quite a sensible hour. But Bullock, Smith and myself did not get back until early hours. (Jamos) fault. Anyway when it was time for revile we all got up except for one Bullock. We had tried to awake him but to joy. Then came in Griff, he asked what was going on told him then eventually awoke Bullock with a nasty cold bucket of water thrown all over him. We got ready for the BPFA all outside except for one Bullock. He had gone back to his pit half dressed and out for the count. Well the next the thing we knew he was doing the BPFA with the RP staff with the Wombat shell and the webbing down ans around the playing fields and up the banking. When we all arrived at the gym given our first time round as a squad and a brief on the route we where sent on our way. Well at first it was ok I had the first two lads in sight but as we went on I lost sight of them and I ended up doing about another couple of hundred yards as I got totally disorientated and lost until I found the gym and seen one of the PTI's coming towards me. But for my unsober manner I was made to suffer along with Bullock. The lesson learnt here was not to go drinking with Jamo during the week but keep it for weekends. As for the CSM of A Coy during that time he had a few words of wisdom also.:arghh:

That man was me Dai, we had adjoning cells to. If Wally's ulcers were playing up you would know about it.

On a different note.
I was lying in my bunk one Sunday evening (Delta coy lines) in Turn hill when my brother Sam came bursting in. "Rog, you never guess whats just happened"!!!! Go on then mate i'm listening, was my reply. I got on the Shrewsbury - Market Drayton bus tonight to come back to camp. There was only a few of us on the bus so the driver decided to put is foot down - think he was late for his curry. The road was very dark between Shrewsbury and Market Drayton so the view of the road was limited. The next thing i remember was an almighty bang, thought f**k we must have his something huge. All i saw was a body being hurtled over the hedge row like something from a war movie. The bus came to a grinding halt and the driver by this time had just given birth to a vindaloo. I ran down the front of the bus ready to render first aid to who ever had just been hit expecting the worst, only to find a soldier bent over effing and blinding looking through the grass "were's my f***ing beret? It was Charlie Fenton (Pete) and he was tabbing along the road in his Monday morning muster parade lightweights shirt and best beret, (a compton webb with leather banding), and stuck in his ears was a walkman (he couldn't hear the bus coming because of it). He was mighty p***ed off cos he couldn't find his best beret. I thought he was going to rip the drivers head off. The driver, relieved he hadnt killed anybody asked if he could do anything for him! "yes" he said "give me a f***ing hand to look for my kit" The bergen he was carrying took the full impact of the bus and burst open scattering his weekend civvies all over the place. Rog, what a sight, people on the bus were just amazed at what they saw, Charlie and the bus driver looking through the grass on this dark road, Charlie swearing like a good one, and the bus driver sh***ing himself cos he thought he was going to be killed himself. "Found it" shouted Charlie, now give me a lift back to camp" O! and by the way check the front of your f***ing bus i think it will have to go in for a repair (the damage was extensive) . He got on the bus boogie box back in his ears as though nothing had happened.
By this time i was P***ing myself laughing at the story my brother had just told me. I had this vision of Charlie flying through the air shouting f***ing b***ard" like something carry on film. Of course every time i see Charlie now we have a laugh recalling what happened.
What we used to do for a muster parade - amazing!!

A solid man

rog

Ye there were a few characters in the Bn. and Charlie was one of them, Jinks 38 was another that comes to mind, loved taking over from him as Guard commander just so I was first to read the DOB, he always made a funny story out of any occurrence during his duty, I could just imagine the RSM reading them in the morning they made me laugh anyway.:laugh:

Benny would that have been Major Lucas de lasner I always remember going out the back gate of the camp turning left running up toward the married quarters I think the locals must have been right P****d off with members of C company honking up outside their front doors all the time

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Originally Posted by benney

CHARLIE COY BN MUSTER SWEAT SHIRTS DENIUMS BOOTS, RAGGING OFF THE RSM, AFTER MUSTER PARADE LEFT TURN DOUBLE MARCH STRAIGHT OUT OF CAMP IN LEMGO LEFT TURN STRAIGHT UP SACK HILL THAT USE TO SORT C, COY OUT AFTER A WEEKEND ON THE P***, HOW WE LOVED THAT OC FROM THE RRW:skeptical:

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I remember my first Muster in the battalion in 74 when the battalion had just come back off leave after been in Belize. I was in 11plt Deltas I ran onto the square behind the company & the CSM (The Sheriff) saw me, & when they came round to check us he also saw that I had not shaved so he got me to clean the company office for a week Lucky sod WOW. I got away with murder with him :winker:

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Originally Posted by Fortyfive

CSM (The Sheriff) saw me, & when they came round to check us he also saw that I had not shaved so he got me to clean the company office for a week Lucky sod WOW. I got away with murder with him :winker:

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You won't get away with it anymore after Forum Member "Glyn Hughes 17" aka "The Sheriff" reads this LOL......Thrash him Glyn

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