[QUOTE 2396419, member: 76"]You must have gone through Wool. In 1982, I stepped off of a train there as a fresh faced 16 year old to join the Junior Leaders Regiment Royal Armoured Corp. We travelled the 1 mile or so the barracks, just opposite the Tank Musuem, in a rather nice bus. The nice Sgt who met us asked us all our names, if we had had a nice journey, one of the Corporals took my bag and placed it carefully on the truck.
Then we got inside the barracks, around the back of the gym on the parade square and another nice Sgt asked my name "It's Maggot" I said, "Yours?" "F**king Sgt to you you little prick, now get your f**king bag, get in that f**king line, and don't f**king speak until you are spoken to" I must say, it rather opened my eyes to how the next 2 years or so were going to be
Actually, the next couple of years were spent going into Weymouth mostly, I really like it there, it has many many fond memories..... the roller discos and the Radio 1 roadshow are two particular highlights! So was Veronica.....oh those heady (

) days on Weymouth beach. A couple of lowlights as well, picked up by the Navy Police for

with some sailors, three days in the Guardhouse for that. Is the bloke making the sand sculptures still there, he was a bloody sandtastic genius!
It was also the first place I got properly drunk, the first place I had a bit of outdoors

, and the first place I paid for a bed and breakfast on my own, well not on my own as it was also the first place I had a

in a B&B!
A lot of firsts for me in Weymouth, I am glad it still holds the appeal

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I worked with the Army for a while, and we had a young man who called my colleague "mate"
He smiled, leaned over and said:
"How nice of you to consider me your "mate". I think I Might even let you use my first name if you like.."
"Young lad then foolishy missed the signas and asked what his name was...
The reply ........ "
STAFF!"
"STAFF - As in STAFF SERGEANT"
The next five minutes were not a pleasent experience for the young man