RSM has Regt on parade, officers are not on yet. Decides to size the whole bloody Regt, and calls "From the right, number!"
The boys in 1 Sqn are feeling a little giggly, so this is what we hear - "One, Two, Three, Four, Five, Six, Seven, Eight, Nine, Ten, Jack, Queen, King, Ace"
Whole Regt emitting stiffled laughter, as the RSM calmly examines the troops.
He then, without blinking, emits "Right . . . Face cards, left turn, to
jail, quick march", and the four march themselves off the square, over
to the other side of base, and turn themselves in to the MPs. The RSM let them
sit there for about three hours, and then went and got them out.