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“What was going through your head during that second engagement?” a journalist asks me at a press conference the next day.
“A rocket-propelled grenade,” I say.
– Private Johnson Beharry VC
“You really want to know? It happened about a month ago. At night, about 1.30 in the mornin’. I was drivin’ along, when suddenly this bloke fires an RPG at me.”
“What’s an RPG?” the guy asks.
“Rocket-propelled grenade. It exploded 12in from my head.”
“Jesus,” the guy says. He looks at Darren. “For real?”
“For real,” Darren says.
The guy looks genuinely appalled. “And this was here, in Birmingham?”
British squadies!!
You just cant beat ’em can you!
Here’s one I remember from the evening news at the start of the Gulf war.
I will have to paraphrase.
British troops had just taken the oil Port south of Basra (whatever it’s called) and a reporter asked Jeff Hoon the defence minister what the place was like.
“Rather like Southampton” he replied.
They then cut to an embedded reporter with a British soldier on guard duty.
The Defence minister says this place is like Southampton, the reporter says to the squadie.
The soldier, on full alert, pauses for a while then says-
“Well he’s either never been to Southhampton, or he’s never been here.
There’s no Birds, there’s no booze and people are shooting at us.(laconic pause) It’s more like Portsmouth”.
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Priceless! I nearly choked on my kippers this morning when I read that in the paper. Salt of the earth.
And an even better one (IMO):
O_O
British squadies!!
You just cant beat ’em can you!
Here’s one I remember from the evening news at the start of the Gulf war.
I will have to paraphrase.
British troops had just taken the oil Port south of Basra (whatever it’s called) and a reporter asked Jeff Hoon the defence minister what the place was like.
“Rather like Southampton” he replied.
They then cut to an embedded reporter with a British soldier on guard duty.
The Defence minister says this place is like Southampton, the reporter says to the squadie.
The soldier, on full alert, pauses for a while then says-
“Well he’s either never been to Southhampton, or he’s never been here.
There’s no Birds, there’s no booze and people are shooting at us.(laconic pause) It’s more like Portsmouth”.