People trying to out 'special forces' each other on the Internet.

[buggi]

We had a director that was ex SAS (or so everyone thought.. but I found out something when I was flirting, er... I mean talking to him one day). He never used to say a word about it, no bragging, nothing... But everyone knew he could probably break your neck with his little finger. He was a very humble guy but carried himself in such a way that his very presence commanded respect. Every girl fancied him and would swoon when he walked past. Every guy was in awe of him, although they'd never admit it LOL.

We also had a guy that was TA and o my god did he go on about himself. Was always saying how he could beat the Mr SAS at chin ups in the gym and didn't know what all the fuss was about.

Anyway, one day we hijacked the directors room for a meeting and I was looking at his wings on his notice board. The TA guy retorted that "you don't get them for doing something heroic, you get them for just joining the SAS!" To which I replied, "oh he wasn't in the SAS, he was in the SBS apparently"

Mr TA went white, muttered something under his breath about them"being really good, better than the SAS" and left the room. Strangely, he never bragged to me about being in the TA again.

 

[Andrew_P]

Say no more, I eat SAS for Breakfast

 

[sidevalve]

The reality I've found is that those involved in real military conflicts rarely talk about it and when they do you know it's true. They neither glorify it or condemn it - it just happened. Death and destruction on an industrial scale does something to people.

 

[winjim]

I grew up playing in foxholes and collecting shell casings; I was lulled to sleep by the sound of gunfire. No amount of military bullshit is going to impress me.

 

[Drago]

I grew up playing in foxholes and collecting shell casings; I was lulled to sleep by the sound of gunfire. No amount of military bullshit is going to impress me.

You grew up in Luton?

 

[Hill Wimp]

To look at those that i do know that either have been or are currently serving i defy anyone to identify them as such. Half look like vagrants or really runty. You would pass all of them in the street and never notice them.

 

[JMAG]

Down the pub with a friend in the army once, he intoduced me to a mate of his. His name was Mad Mick Flynn aka the bullet magnet aka the beast of Basara. Lovely guy, very unassuming and one of the most decorated frontline soldiers in Britain.

 

[outlash]

Hang on, people BS each other on the internet. Really?

 

[ColinJ]

My dad played with bigger bombs than your dad!

(Those of you who have met me may notice how much I look like him. That's where the resemblance ends though ... Show me a big bomb, and I'll show you a clean pair of heels! )

 

[TVC]

[QUOTE 3875752, member: 45"]Thread about people trying to out 'special forces' each other on the internet turns into thread of people trying to out 'special forces' each other on the internet.[/QUOTE]
Yeah, my army bullshitter is more extreme than your army bullshitter.


Edit, ooh no swear filter, that was a surprise.

 

[dan_bo]

My dad played with bigger bombs than your dad!

(Those of you who have met me may notice how much I look like him. That's where the resemblance ends though ... Show me a big bomb, and I'll show you a clean pair of heels! )

Now THAT'S what you call a picture!

 

[glasgowcyclist]

My mum was in the WRVS. I'm sure she was in their special ops team because she was always knitting black balaclavas but whenever I asked her about it she'd pretend she'd dropped a stitch and changed the subject.


GC

 

[Tin Pot]

Why bother? I know a load of squaddie types, some have been working in the kitchen, peeling spuds, some have had people shoot at them, every man jack of the genuine ones never go on about it, I'm sick and tired of billi big balls bullshitters, trying to convince me they know / were in (insert special force). What is up with these knobbers? The latest thing, seems to be a 'tacet' knowledge about the name of the S.A.S. Headquarters (Stirling lines / Credenhill). Muppets, get a grip.

Come on - give us a link so we can empathise with you*.

I seem to recall some very funny threads on a squaddie forum a few years ago.

*Obviously, we're not going to do that.

 

[ColinJ]

Now THAT'S what you call a picture!

I found it when I was going through my dad's stuff after he died. The original photo had been folded twice, had a rip in it and had white gloss paint spilt on it. I scanned the photo and spent a day restoring it then I printed that out and had it framed. I took it down to give to my mum next time I visited. She got all choked up ...

She then gave me a tatty little black and white picture taken after their wedding. It had been in 1942, so there wasn't the money for professional photographers. It was just my mum's family, my dad's army mates and the couple themselves outside a little village church in the Highlands. I did my best with that picture too. It didn't turn out quite as well as the bombs picture, but my mum was still thrilled with it.

I miss them both!

 

[John the Monkey]

So really, you never know who was in the SAS. But you do know who wasn't - because they're the ones who tell you they were...

Double bluff though, innit.