Imagine a company of REME trainees on the Arborfield parade square one fine
morning in 1970 and, as usual, we were a rag-tag outfit. The CSM walks on with
a bellow: "God give me strength."
At this, 2 Privates take one pace forward from the front rank and come to a
halt.
"Just what the fxxx do you think you're doing then?" enquires the CSM.
"We're the advance party from heaven Sir" they replied.
Much merriment was heard from the assembled ranks and the "advance party" spent the rest of the day in the guardroom.
Same CSM, same parade square, same year and probably the same trainees. CSM walks on with a face like thunder.
"Right, which one of you bastards is responsible for putting my daughter up the duff?" he enquired.
Three soldiers take one pace forward and then realise their mistake, eacheyeing up the other and attempting to shuffle back into line.
"Right you three, my office now!. Sergeant, beast these queers for an
hour. If my daughter's not good enough for them, they must be fxxxxxx queers!".