Royal Marines Commandant General Robin Ross Inspects the Commandos

In the Veterans of Foreign Wars’ post, you must read Ex Bootneck’s dit:

When a person has served, they have served. No matter what job or what position they held. They ‘each’ were part of a military machine that went out and met the enemy ‘toe to toe’ by supporting each other from start to finish, sister and brother in arms, one and all.

From a rear echelon clerk, to a front line ‘fix-bayonets- up-and-at-em’ type of person… All, are warriors, ALL are equal.

I have yet to see ammo provide and sign its own documentation, and then transport itself from the rear, to magically appear on the front line.

I have yet to see ‘Intel’ gather itself, and then transfer into the correct format, and then distribute itself for the use and benefit of civilian and military personnel alike.

From the ‘oilers’ at sea, who pump fuel in all weathers, down to the guy burning garbage through the dirty wee hours? Each and every person is a cog that will not turn unless the ‘next-one-touching’ does the same.

The absolute stinking arrogance of any ‘narcissistic warrior’, who believes it is all about them, and no one else, makes my earwax steam at high pressure in anger.

(Let one of them say it in front of me that only ‘they’ have done their bit; and I will unleash such a bollocking that their great, great, grandparents will feel, and rise and stand to attention).

True dit with a little pre-explanation…
[‘42’ pronounced as ‘Four Two’].
[Robin Ross; ‘Commandant General Royal Marines’ a marines marine, a real growler and eater of junior officers; a friend to the lowest marine].

Mid 90′s.
CGRM’s. Inspection at 42 Commando RM, Royal Marines Barracks, Bickleigh, Devon.

The whole Commando Unit was stood to in variety of roles and uniforms for a rolling inspection by the CGRM and his department; each fighting company (as previously ordered) dressed in an array of jungle, arctic, and desert warfare rig, as well as No 1 Lovat uniform, and No 2’ Blue’s ceremonial uniform.

HQ company stood to for their inspection in No 1’s (one hundred Marines, at open order in three ranks); CGRM walked slowly past the ranks virtually stopping at each marine and corporal to purr or growl a few words.

He stopped at one marine and asked the following…
“What is your name, and what job do you do, and how long have you been doing it”?

“Marine ‘Bloggs’ Sir, I am a chef, and have been for three years”!

CGRM went apoplectic and purple at hearing this and screamed…

“A Chef, a f*****g Chef, the f*****g Corps does not have f*****g Chef’s, we have f*****g cook’s, each day be proud of what you do young man, as I am of you”!!!

The three open ranks (of over one hundred marines) all winced and stopped breathing, as the ‘force ten’ bollocking resonated around them. Then (just as a pin was heard dropping some forty miles away) the CGRM stopped at the next Marine in line, and asked…

“What is your name, and what job do you do”?

“Marine ‘Smith’, Sir, I’m a cook, Sir”…

“Good man, and how long have you been a cook”?

“About twenty seconds Sir”!

CGRM burst into a rosaceous belly laughter at the young Marine’s showing of ‘Commando Spirit’. (As did those within ear shot, which was quelled into silence by the Regimental Sergeant Major, through the minuscule movement of one eyebrow)!

The day went on and ‘young Smithy’ went down into Corps folklore history.

That is a true dit.
Take from it what you will; the fact is that those of us who have served, have done so with great merit, and to the best of our capability, and of that we should all be proud of ‘each’ other.

We should also honour those who have supported us over the years, they too should be proud of them selves. If it were in my power to do so, I would award them each a badge of merit.

Yours Aye
(23 unbroken years of Meritorious front line Service; Honourable discharge to pension. Seven medals, several wounds, and no psychological disorder. Non narcissistic, just realistic)…

Seventy-One Year Old Army Boxing Champ Floors Punk

Courtesy of America’s Sergeant Major, I bring you the story of John Cokeley, a seventy-one year old Army veteran. Who, in his slippers, whupped up a bully less than half his age:

Fmr Army boxing champion John Cokeley, 71

A 6ft 4ins thug who attacked a man more than twice his age was left with a dislocated shoulder after the pensioner floored him with two right hooks.

Former Army boxing champion John Cokeley said Mark Pearce ‘picked on the wrong man’.

The 71-year-old was at home watching TV in his slippers when he heard Pearce rowing with a neighbour.

Mr Cokeley went outside and told Pearce to calm down when the 34-year-old punched him in the face, Exeter Crown Court heard.

Pearce hit Mr Cokeley in the head, smashing his glasses and causing a black eye.

But the pensioner, a professional welterweight undefeated in the Army, got to his feet and floored Pearce with a ’roundhouse blow’.

Mark Pearce, pictured leaving Exeter Crown Court in Devon.

Pearce managed to get up but Mr Cokeley, who is 5ft 10ins, floored him for a second time with a punch to the stomach.

Pearce denied causing actual bodily harm, claiming he was attacked by the ex-boxer and was acting in self-defence.

But he was found guilty today and sentenced to a six month prison sentence suspended for two years.

Pearce was also given a 12 month supervision order and ordered to pay £175 costs.

Speaking after the hearing, Mr Cokeley, who served around the world in the Army from 1957 to 1968, said: ‘It was 10.15pm and I was watching TV.

You really should respect your elders. It’s not hard and saves you from vicious right hooks.