tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7684531976778247960.post5279195786082203143..comments2024-03-28T22:08:48.577-07:00Comments on Chant du Départ: Hands Aloft! Loose Topsails!OldAFSargehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15935839956936191547noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7684531976778247960.post-32558247082028208372012-03-30T14:26:22.884-07:002012-03-30T14:26:22.884-07:00HD, I know so well what you mean. Had things gone ...HD, I know so well what you mean. Had things gone down a different path I could have wound up in the jungles of Vietnam. And to be honest, I'd rather not be at the briefing where our fates are decided. In that one way, I would prefer the surprise. Knowing one's fate before hand would not please me.OldAFSargehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15935839956936191547noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7684531976778247960.post-72657800764022377372012-03-30T10:37:50.794-07:002012-03-30T10:37:50.794-07:00and guess what, I've used the above and turned...and guess what, I've used the above and turned it into a post over at my place. Amazing what you can get away with. Thanks Sarge ;)Hogdayafternoonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06188146617570775741noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7684531976778247960.post-88867452925269240262012-03-30T10:31:51.513-07:002012-03-30T10:31:51.513-07:00I always wanted to join the Royal Navy. s a kid I&...I always wanted to join the Royal Navy. s a kid I'd be drawing ships, i could i/d most ships of the RN (we had more than a few in those days) and I could sketch a mean Fairey Swordfish (I'm not THAT old btw). I applied at the same time my best pal applied for the Air Force (same recruiting office) I was contacted for consideration of an officer cadetship, was interviewed, got the offer but it was conditional on me staying on at college to finish my engineering diploma (they'd have paid me!) and that's when it happened....somebody hit me on the head and 3 months later I woke up in the Metropolitan Police Cadet Corps. Hey ho, I might have gone down, badly, in the Falklands..... or anywhere. We're never at the briefing when our fate is being planned. I'm lucky I'm typing this!Hogdayafternoonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06188146617570775741noreply@blogger.com