Major Robb McDonald USMC was awarded a Silver Star Monday for his bravery during the September 2012 attack on Camp Bastion, which apparently targeted Prince Harry. The Marine Corps air base in Afghanistan had been raided by 15 heavily armed Taliban insurgents, jets were exploding and a lake of fuel was aflame when McDonald arrived on the scene, and found his commanding officer dead.With some 50 Marines holed up in an aluminum-sided building that officials later called indefensible, the former force reconnaissance Marine who already has two Bronze Star medals for valor in combat, took the helm and led a counterattack, which ended in 14 of the enemy dead and one wounded. Hero Marine who fought back attack on Afghan base is awarded Silver Star ’But despite the horror, a hero emerged that night.’ Yours Aye
Playing Devil’s advocate here with this post; taken from The STARS AND STRIPES written by By Ray Locker. USA TODAY Published: October 31, 2013. Search continues for elusive vehicle to fit aboard Osprey (click to enlarge) For 14 years, the military has struggled for an answer to a seemingly simple proposition: Develop a jeep-like vehicle that will fit onboard the tilt-rotor V-22 Osprey and then drive off the plane and into battle. The Marines finally deployed their version of the vehicle in combat two years ago. Special Operations Command, which has a long wish list of capabilities it wants the vehicle to have, is still waiting. But it’s getting closer. Last week SOCOM extended part of General Dynamics Ordnance and Technical Services’ contractor support deal for another year because the command ordered a third vehicle as part of $5.8 million deal to provide 10 of the SOCOM variants of the vehicle.
That’s because, the SOCOM document says, General Dynamics “is the only company with the expertise and knowledge to fully support the requirement in order to successfully execute the V-22 ITV contract.” Just like the Osprey itself, which was grounded early in the last decade for a series of fatal crashes, the quest for what the Pentagon calls the Internally Transportable Vehicle (ITV) is a long one filled with reports of management failures in the Marine Corps, major cost overruns and allegations of favoritism and corruption. A 2009 Pentagon inspector general report said the Marine Corps System Command mishandled key elements of the contract and allowed development to continue without performing adequate testing. (This pic, M1161 Light Strike Vehicle. Pic below. M1163 Prime Mover)The Marines have two different versions of the ITV, the M1161 Light Strike Vehicle and the M1163 Prime Mover, which is built to tow artillery carried on the Osprey. They are the result of a General Dynamics partnership with American Growler, which adapted a 1950s-era M151 jeep to fit on the Osprey. The U.S. government sold versions of that jeep to the Dominican Republic for $30,000, while the Pentagon was paying $100,000 for the Growler vehicle in 2005. Since then, the price has jumped to more than $200,000 a vehicle! One part of the delay is SOCOM’s extensive wish list. It must, among other things, do the following: * Provide a Gentleman with a lighter for his cigars (I did make this one up) * A 350-mile range while loaded with a 2,000-pound payload and driving an average of 45 mph. It should travel 450 miles unloaded. (Check: box ticked) Performance and Weights
* Carry three wounded troops with room inside for medical personnel to work without sticking out from the inside of the vehicle.
(Check: box ticked. The internal fittings for configuring additional litters/stretchers allows a total of six wounded to be carried, with room for medical personnel)
* Operate in temperatures ranging from -25 degrees to 125 degrees. (Check: box ticked)
* Drive off the Special Operations version of the Osprey, the CV-22, in 60 seconds after landing. (Check: box ticked? ‘RAF Merlin Agusta-Westland AW101 Helicopter’)More than 600 British Royal Marine commandos of 42 CDO RM, are completing an annual six-week exercise, Black Alligator, which is at the U.S. Marine Corps’ Air-Ground Combat Center in Twenty-nine Palms, Calif. Royal Navy Merlin Agusta-Westland AW101 Helicopter* Drive up a “60 percent slope both in the forward and reverse direction at a constant speed, stop, shut off engine, restart engine, and continue on grade with no loss of stability.” (Check: box ticked)Whether the vehicle ultimately works for special operations missions remains to be seen, but the demand for their version of Osprey is growing. The Washington Post reported Tuesday that the CV-22 may be going to bases in Central Africa to help in the fight against messianic warlord Joseph Kony. That mission, USA TODAY reported in September, could last deep into 2015. End
LandRover has served the British Military admirably since the 1950′s. It is one of the most adaptable military/civvie vehicles in history. The most significant parts of modern day LR’s are interchangeable through every type of make and model. The Military versions can carry light weight clad armour for personnel, for use as and when required. The whole concept of a military light-weight vehicle for the V-22 Osprey is sitting right in front of the nose of General Dynamics Ordnance and Technical Services, who could adapt and make a LandRover vehicle under licence in the U.S. A current standard Defender 90 (short wheel base) costs £19,000. A military version is just over half of the cost.
The spin-off for General Dynamics is that they would have a vehicle that would be sought after by every one within the U.S. civvie market, as their capability and wizardry when it comes to concept vehicles and machinery is world-renowned...
Even vehicles on the second-hand market produce a viable product for dealerships. This wonderful woman has owned and driven one throughout her life, as has the ‘character’ below. There must be an ounce of credibility somewhere within the LandRover brand, which is marketable for the Military in the U.S. as well as within civvie street. In My Humble Opinion of course… Yours Aye.
There is a saying quoted within the WO’s & SNCO’s Mess after a Royal Marines Regimental dinner (or a night of alcohol fueled military debauchery); “Last Nights Battleship, This Mornings Lifeboat”. Celebrating the Corps birthday went a de-cantered bottle of Port too far last evening… I awoke this morning among the debris and flotsam left floating from the event, and then slowly remembered that two mates turned up with their wives, with additional bottles of Taylors & DOW’S Vintage Port; as well as a selection of cheese’s and savoury crackers.
I feel a bit delicate at the moment, which is probably due to a cracker I ate being off!
This mornings early
stumble patrol around the fields with the canines was quite interesting; as I set off without them! I unlocked the garden gate and then closed it behind me, with them still on the other side (no doubt leaving them looking puzzled). With a hearty launch forward I stepped off at a brisk pace with a spring in my step, fully expecting them to follow in my wake. After 50 metres I turned around to harry them, only to find them missing. Having retraced my steps I found them still sat on the other side of the gate waiting patiently, with tails sweeping the ground upon sighting me. The patrol once again set off at a brisk pace, just as the onset of dehydration slowly crept in.
Upon our return I admonished myself by cleaning the debris/flotsam up, before allowing myself the indulgence of a massive bacon sandwich with a pot of steaming tea. Notably there were several ‘dead Marines‘ among the flotsam; with only three ex-Marines partaking in the previous evenings celebration of past ventures. Perhaps the crackers I ate were perfectly fine after all… Yours Aye.
Marines up in arms over plans for male soldiers to wear ‘unisex’ hats that will cost taxpayers $8 million There are some things in life that do not need to change, and the first impression of a replacement to change should tell you every thing. From way over this side of the pond my first impression is “Stick with what you’ve got, it isn’t broken, and it doesn’t need fixing”!Can anyone imagine the two Marines in the picture below pulling off the same appearance in a ‘Dan Daly’ type cap? Do you think the gentleman being quoted would put up with it?Just for once let the man in the trench decide, and not the Uniform Board being tweaked by internal politics. Yours Aye
The Royal Marines have been forced to cancel their biggest amphibious landing for more than a decade after their French allies pulled out. The Royal Navy had spent £1 million in fuel getting to the Red Sea when the operation was called off – and it cost another £1 million to reach the Gulf of Oman, where a new exercise was hastily arranged for the Royal Marines Commandos, where more that 1,500 had been in training to storm the shoreline of Djibouti – with 500 French ‘Troupes de Marine’ ready to back them up. Royal Navy landed with £ 2 million fuel bill as a combined military exercise in the Red Sea are torpedoed by the French… Royal Navy sources said the decision to cancel was taken by the French after a breakdown in relations over ‘administrational issues’. The Royal Marines are said to have responded furiously as Exercise Djibouti Lion had taken a year to set up.A picture paints a thousand words… If I’d still been serving, I would have done the same as the Bootneck in the picture when informed the French had backed out; ‘given a thumbs up’ at the good news that we were ‘not being backed up’ by ‘Troupes de Marine’ . Yours Aye.
The end of the road for the Queen’s favourite 4×4, as the Land Rover Defender is set to cease production in 2015. But a replacement is already waiting in the wings The Defender can be traced back to early 1990s, but is still based on the 1948 model. Having this year reached its pensionable age of 65, one of Britain’s best-loved vehicles, and a favourite with the Queen is to cease production. For now! The last of the current Land Rover Defender’s will roll-off the production lines of Jaguar Land Rover’s (JLR) Solihull factory in the West Midlands in December 2015. But already a bold new successor for the 21st century is on the drawing board ready to replace it. A small ‘family’ of Defenders is even being prepared, including a sporty beach-buggy style.
Time & tactics have changed within the Military, though there will always be a requirement for a type of Land Rover Defender utility vehicle. Having used them in a variety of forms for most of my adult life, I can honestly say I am not saddened to hear the end is nigh for this wonderful aluminium clad beast. Especially when the military start to off load them onto the civvie market. The pick up price will plummet, as will the price of parts, which are already around in abundance. Bootneck’s zeroing weapons; WMIK Land Rover’s Yours Aye.
For a variety of reasons I’ve had one of those weeks where the clock has barely moved its hands, then when its does it leaps forward through a wormhole in space taking me along with it. Working around irregular international hours is not recommended, occasionally I turn in at sunrise, more often not at all, as it is easier to crash in my reclining ‘eeeeasy’ chair (joined eventually by Nipper who squeezes in at the side comfortably). Yesterday having finished at 05:00 hrs, I patrolled the dogs, and then ablutioned ‘as a gentleman should’ after which I performed the ceremony of… ‘Friday morning breakfast’; scrambled eggs, grilled bacon, toasted bread, and a scalding hot pot of tea.
And there lay the error for the weekend. I had unwittingly prepared the ceremony on Thursday morning, my body clock was shot to bits. I had that great ‘Thank God its Friday’ feeling a full day early. For almost eight hours I was living a blissful lie. As the lie continued, so I lived through it, as I attended to the tedious chores required around the house (there is no Mrs. Ex Bootneck to assist, and as yet Nipper & Hannah can’t quite get to grips with the Dyson, or load the washer, etc, etc). Chores complete it was 10:00 hrs, the official hour for a mid-morning ‘stand-easy’.
Settling down with my cup of tea and biscuits I listened to the news in the background, and perused my Pad for the morning mail. The dogs were dozing on their couch-at the time of morning when the sun pops through the large glazed doors to cover them in a golden blanket of rays. The three amigos slowly blinked their eyes as they started to sink, Nipper yawned, Hannah yawned Joss yawned, which triggered my yawn as I stretched my limbs. Out of the blue a ‘weary’ hit me, the ‘eeeeasy’ chair was whispering my name like a siren from the shore calling a ship on to its rocks; the ship heard the call and responded. Off I went to steal a pair of hours in the near horizontal position; just as I started to sink into the abyss I heard the pitter patter of tiny feet, Nipper had followed and jumped up effortlessly to lay across my chest. My late morning snooze was soon to end, rudely.
After a long seven day patrol we reached the Lie Up Position close to the Landing Zone, it was still as black as pitch, dawn would start breaking within the hour. The LUP was perfect, it was on a high feature covered in large boulders, thick bush and scattered pine trees. It offered cover from view, as well as winters elements; it would be easy to defend if required. We could also watch and cover the relief patrol as they de-bussed onto the LZ, who in turn would role reverse and watch us en-buss. I loved this part, as it offered a chance few minutes to hurl abusive banter as we passed each other fleetingly. (Below) LUP on Slieve Gullion’s western slope, looking towards the village of Forkhill, South Armagh The evolution would have to happen twice to complete the change-over, the Lynx (above pic) could only bring in nine Marines with their heavy bergan’s to effect the switch.
Eight hours to push on Slieve Gullion before the first flight arrived. After first light broke I stood fifty percent of the patrol down for breakfast. My headset crackled as a metallic voice used my call sign; it was the Op’s room asking for a radio check-as well as asking a question I didn’t want to hear “what is your visibility to my location“? I could see straight across the valleyed landscape, to the little dot ten miles away that was our Security Base in the village of Forkhill (where mail, hot showers, hot food and clean bedding awaited). “I have you clear and visual“? Said I, firmly. Once again the reply was not what I wanted to hear “Buzzard reports his location as being heavily clagged in-with no foreseeable change for the next twenty-four hours; Sun-ray at my location has ordered you to go firm for a further twenty-four“! Such is life in a green beret, another night out under the moon and stars. The message was quickly passed throughout the patrol; each Marine went through their time practiced admin routine, with minimum movement, and no one breaking cover.
My relief stood-to as I settled into a small grassy hollow where I started to doze, my rifle lay across my chest, and with my belly full of boil in the bag breakfast, I was absolutely content with life. In the far distance I thought I could faintly hear chopper blades beating the air, then silence, then another faint beat, followed by silence, then a steady beat that grew louder, and louder; oh bugger… The buzzards were obviously clear and flying!Buzzard flight Op’s had a long history of canceling flight programs due to thick swirling fog, only to reappoint it when it cleared, without informing anyone. I tightened my grip on my rifle ready to call the whole patrol to stand-to-and prepare to move. Nipper growled? What was Nipper doing on this patrol? My rifle wasn’t a rifle? It was Nipper laying across my chest; I had my left hand under his chin with my right hand on the outside of his right hip, which meant my trigger finger was under the small of his belly, which meant there wasn’t a trigger guard, which meant my trigger finger was on ‘his’ trigger; Owahhhh!!! He continued to growl at some thing, and I could definitely hear the beat of of heavy military chopper blades. I looked outside of my office window from the comfort of my recliner, to see two Merlin choppers heading straight for me at tree top level. At two hundred metres they split, port & starboard of my home, the down wash from their rotors (supplied by six powerful Rolls-Royce Turbomeca RTM 322 turbines) rippled the inch thick pan-tiles on the roof, making them plink and tinkle like the ivories on an old pub piano. Fortunately for each Merlin and its crew the office windows were closed, as Nipper would have launched himself out and brought at least one of them down… The aerial display went on for at least twenty minutes, contour flying through the valley, one low, one high giving top cover, each time using my place as a marker point for turning. Grrrrrrrr…! I was totally confused? Why have the military changed their flying routines, it has always been; Mixture Monday (Fast jets morning, Trainer turbo afternoon) – Trainer turbo Tuesday – Wish list Wednesday (variety of every thing, including C-130K SF Herc’s) – Chopper thrashing Thursday – Fast jet Friday! So why on earth was the military flying its choppers on a Fast jet Friday… The solution was to make a pot of tea (having washed my hands first), then let the dogs out to stretch their legs.
Having once again checked my Pad for mail, I realised my error… It was Thursday! ‘Chopper thrashing Thursday’. Which means we are now reading this on ‘Fast jet Friday’, which also means I have had that great ’Thank God its Friday’ feeling for two days running, as well as performed the ceremony of Friday morning breakfast, again. Even better news; there was no need for the tedious chores, as I cracked them all yesterday. Yours Aye.
A misnomer in one sense, but a tribute none the less, as this year, 2013, the International Day of Peace fell on Saturday, 21st September. To commemorate the day a pair of British artists created a stunning installation of 9,000 silhouettes on a D-Day Landings beach The project, named, ‘The Fallen’ was a tribute to the Allies, civilians, and German forces who lost their lives during the ‘Operation Neptune’ landing on June 6, 1944. The design was the brainchild of British Artists Jamie Wardley, 33, & Andy Moss, 50. Together with a team of hundreds of volunteers the pair travelled to Arromanches beach, Normandy, to create the silhouettes, which were individually drawn into the sand. The shapes were then left to the mercy of the tide which washed away the ‘fallen’ after around four and a half hours. To understand the true scale of the task ahead of the Allies on the morning of 6th June 1944, you have to visit and put yourself in their place, and walk the various beaches taken by them. Raw courage, and pure determination won the day, at a terrible cost. Yours Aye.
Some thing is afoot. Perhaps some thing that will eventually lead to a powerful light being played into a corner, where a dark grimy sinister secret is being stored. Part of the UK & Europe’s Main Stream Media are playing out small ‘feeder’ lines concerning the attack on the U.S. Embassy in Benghazi, on September 11, 2012. Why did the CIA let a crazed al-Qaeda mob kill America’s ambassador? Moment by moment, the atrocity that’s sent the U.S. into a frenzy of suspicion Pop up ‘feeds’ are done to plant a story into the subconscious part of the readers mind, the line is released slowly over a period of time until a specific article is ready to be released to coincide with a damning report. It wouldn’t be the first time the UK’s media have released a report that never reached across the pond to its sister papers, and vice versa.
The twilight world of blogging has changed all of that.. Yours Aye.
On Sept 2 it made the news when hackers claiming to be of the Syrian Electronic Army cyber fiddled with the Marines.com website. For a few hours visitors were redirected to as site featuring a message directed at U.S. Marines.
Personally, I thought this affront alone was worthy of an invasion. Imagine my delight when I saw this headline:
Marine Corps responds to Syria-based cyber attack
Imagine my disappointment when I read the article and saw things like: “He declined to elaborate and would not discuss how the attackers successfully redirected the site, saying only that the Marine Corps continues to refine and update security practices to keep would-be hackers at bay.”
Sigh, I was hoping for a response more like this:
There are whispers abound over the ‘alleged‘ interference from the Marine Commandant or his staff, who ‘allegedly‘ intentionally manipulated legal proceedings then tried to cover up their involvement. It is further ‘alleged‘ that the Commandant said he wanted to ‘crush‘ the Marines linked to the Musa Qala Afghanistan urination video filmed on 27th July 2011. USMC Captain linked to video of US Marines URINATING on Taliban insurgents will NOT be charged
Read into it as you see fit, but two ‘reluctant‘ witnesses were set to testify on behalf of Captain James V. Clement, about a possible cover up in a private meeting. Captain Clement’s defense attorneys had earlier won a judge’s order to get two staff attorneys to testify that senior Commanders had ‘allegedly‘ interfered to get a guilty verdict. Charges against Capt. James V. Clement have since been dropped with NO EXPLANATION.
Without ‘alleging’ any thing any further, I have no doubt that there will be a form of politically correct retribution enforced against Capt. James V. Clement. Political Correctness & Health & Safety! Bah Humbug to the bloody lot of it. Common sense within the military has worked since the first arrow was let loose against a common foe. Yours Aye.
‘You are still the boy who forever won my heart’: Mother writes heartfelt response to son after he came out as gay on Facebook Michelle Conway McClain, from Union, Missouri, penned the note after finding out that her son Zach had come out as Gay in a post on Facebook. What a great woman and Mother, her son Zach should be proud of her, and her reaction… Zach mate, tidy your room up Aye… Here follows a true dit…
Many years ago I tried to convince Marine X to withdraw his eighteen month notice-to-quit. He had served within Commando Units for nine years, and was without a doubt a great asset to the Corps, a true good all rounder with highly recommended promotion reports. The Admiralty’s ‘carrot on the stick‘ cash incentive scheme was insufficient to tempt him, his mind was made up’. As his termination date grew closer it was obvious he was having second thoughts. He asked to speak with me privately to discuss his options, which I arranged, for the following morning.
Being a decent RM Sergeant I ordered him to make a pot of tea, whilst I broke out the milk chocolate digestive biscuits. Banter followed as well as first names, as that was the way of the Corps. Then silence, my years of experience in the mob told me there was a problem, a real problem… “X, mate, what ever it is, just spit it out and we will resolve it“? I find it hard to see a man with tears in his eyes (different when they are brought on through a good punch on the nose). But; true-hard-to-speak-for-fear-of-breaking-down-emotional-tears, I do find hard to handle.
I broke the ice by saying “X, If youve’ done this just to proff some of my f*****g milk chocolate biscuits, I’ll have you flogged“… Which received a sigh, a pause, and a reply of, “I’m gay, and I don’t want to be found out” The end of my dunked biscuit went limp and floppy, sinking to the bottom of my cup of tea, I burned my finger tips trying to retrieve it. This from a man who had boxed, played every sport to a high standard, rugby especially, the same bloke who stood by me when it almost went to punching stations against a group of pissed up civvies in Naples. The same Marine who had served with utter distinction through the Falklands campaign; was gay? Note: This was way, way, before being Gay in Her Majesty’s Armed Forces was accepted by Civil & Military law. There was no such thing as don’t ask don’t tell, ever!
“So, what’s the problem, do you think you’ll go straight by leaving the Corps”? said I, as I ordered him to make another pot of tea, having ruined my first one. We chatted for quite a while about his options; to be caught or discovered was almost instant dismissal as it brought a disciplinary charge of bringing the Corps into disrepute, with a dishonourable discharge guaranteed. The conversation was quite frank and bluntly honest, it was obvious he did not want to head for civvie street, he was not gay in a gay way that revealed his gender, X was a man of steel who the younger Marines looked up to. He explained that I was the only person who knew of his situation, I gave him my word of absolute silence, while he mulled over his options.
In a nutshell; the following week was Easter leave, a full ten days of chocolate easter egg bliss for those that way inclined. ‘Marine X’ went home and explained his situation to his Mum, who had absolutely no idea, and accepted every thing without any drama, she was a little pained to think there would be no grandchildren, but such is life, adoption later is always an option.
Through her strength and moral support Marine X returned, and we clandestinely discussed his options further. He withdrew his chit, he went on to achieve greater ‘specialist‘ work within the Corps, and more so within the CP world afterwards. He is still a great mate, and remains ‘indoors‘ as far as his sexuality is concerned, a choice of his own making.
A few years ago I received the following book in the post from ‘ex-bootneck X’, a bloody good read through and through, and quite relevant. Rogue Warrior of the SAS: The Blair Mayne Legend: Yours Aye.
Being deployed, it’s hard to catch all the news. With the nonsense going on about Miley Cyrus twerking, I almost missed Jesse and Kelly Cottle’s heartwarming tale. Jesse is a Marine and he and his wife, well, go to the link. . .
police stunt ‘violated British sovereignty’: Spanish police have now come under fire for sending divers to inspect a concrete reef in Gibraltar’s international waters, who then took underwater pictures of themselves unfurling the Spanish flag.
Being a proud Englishman, and an ex Royal Marine, I can only presume that the Spanish and the French will be accustomed to seeing their national flags in such a way; salt water logged at the bottom of davy jones locker (my great, great, Grandfather [KIA 21 Oct 1805] and his brother, served as Marines aboard Nelsons Flagship HMS Victory at the Battle of Trafalgar 21 Oct 1805).
The Capture of Gibraltar – 24 July 1704 The famous attack upon Gibraltar, which led to its surrender to the British, on 24 July 1704 was carried out by a Brigade of British and Dutch Marines, 1800 strong, under the command of Prince George of Hese-Darmstadt. In the following October, Gibraltar was besieged by the French and Spanish. The Marines from the British Fleet, held the fortress against repeated attacks until the siege was raised on 9 March 1705. In one incident in this fighting, Captain Fisher of the Marines with 17 of his men, successfully defended the Round Tower against the continued assaults of 500 French Grenadiers. A contemporary report of this noted defence says, “Encouraged by the Prince of Hesse, the garrison did more than could humanly be expected, and the English Marines gained an immortal glory.”(17 Marines against 500 French, is hardly fair, Captain Fisher should have stood five Marines down for the weekend to even the odds)!.
Not only did we batter the Spanish, and took the ‘Rock’, we also done a few frogs over too! BATTLE HONOUR: The Royal Marines display only one battle honour “Gibraltar” their close relationship with Gibraltar continues, having in recent years been granted the Freedom of Gibraltar.
2013: Seconds out, round two. “Down ramp, out Marines”… With the new modern bayonet you would only be able to skewer two or three at a time; with the old type 18″ bayonet of 1704 you could have a dozen ‘paella-munchers’ on it and still have room for three frogs!
Five Royal Marines, previously stood down, now ready to go… Yours Aye.
There are a few things in life that should never be meddled with, two of which are a mans pot of tea, and his pint of ale. Fortunately we forge our own destiny in as far as our preference for tea goes (I once almost barfed and had a seizure, when I was given a pot of herbal fruit tea for breakfast). The mistake was never repeated as I almost tore the hotel down to its foundation stones. I hereby make no apology, for once again presenting my favourite strong and hard hitting blend for your your perusal, Yorkshire Tea.
This early morning as I sat eating my breakfast, I turned the page to a story in the paper. It stated scientists have dabbled, and come up with a solution to cure hangovers. They have messed with the good Lord’s fermentation, which will end the hangover completely; this is taking a liberty, a beer that won’t give you a hangover They have gone too far this time.
‘I am the man that I am today,’ due to the suffering of hangovers. From the dainty little pain across a furrowed brow, after drinking French beer all evening. To the almighty blockbuster, after sinking a gallon or so of ‘Old Peculiar’ that would split a battleship lengthways down its keel, and sink all of its cork lifebelts…
Whether in celebration of the Corps Birthday 28 October 1664, or the Battle of Trafalgar 21 October 1805. Through a long evening partaking in Pusser’s Nelson’s Blood, fine Port and a gallon of ale, I have suffered colossal, mountainous, throbbing brain pains the following morning. Of which had the capacity to kill a field full of mules, or sink the French fleet at sea, and flounder every French matelot there about it.
Yet through the mighty pain and the fog of aching miserable dullness, I have always managed the following morning’s daily routine, hard physical training, and otherwise. Dealing with the hangover that follows, is part of the rite of passage into manhood, its what separates the men from the boys. Scientists and their technology are turning todays young men into ‘Lady-boys’. This, as well as ‘Designer’ skinny jeans, skinny sweaters, man bags, and canvas slipper shoes.
Yours Aye (who is heading down to the Nag’s Head for a pub lunch, I may be some time)!