[QUOTE 3875599, member: 45"]I was in the SAS. 40 years, man and boy. Not allowed to tell anyone though.[/QUOTE]
Pfft! I was in 'The Nam', was a Navy Seal, was in the CIA working on secret and highly risky missions of which even now I cannot talk about, worked in Area 51 as a test pilot on captured alien spacecraft and as a 'Man in black', yet again, I cannot say anything, went into space myself several times, including on a highly hush hush mission where I single handedly saved the world and I have also visited the Moon and Mars. They are definitely overrated if you ask me!
Finally, I ended up a multi trillionaire with a special hotline to The White House and The Kremlin.
Yes, I really am American!
Lewis survived 10 Para for a number of years, and really did pass selection for 23. The story I relate above is apparently true. Despite passing they wouldn't take him because he was too well.known.
And who is this this Lewis guy??
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!
)
Inevitable joke, but, what one is him??
Isn't that the seat mochette from the APT??
I meet a fair amount of ex-military, never heard one of them brag.
Whilst I respect the military for what they do, I can't imagine why anyone would sign up to be, ultimately, cannon fodder. It also really bothers me that military recruitment does all it can to avoid the primary issue at hand - that you are signing your life into their hands for the greater good.
I saw army recruiting peeps in the High Street today.
I did have to wonder exactly how many people they get signing up out on the street, I mean, surely if you wanted to join, you would be doing it anyway, and therefore going to their office or similar (although they might get the occasional person who is going there at the time).
I can't imagine going down to Poundland or wherever and on seeing these guys suddenly think
'I know, I'll join the Army!!'
Seemingly it must work though.
I went for a poo tonight, I've not talked about it. I'm humble and unassuming. I'll take it to the grave.
Won't it be a bit dry and crumbly, if there's anything left of it, to go in the box with you?
But he didn't say who's grave he is going to take it too!!