9th-12th-Lancers - Year 2002 - Page 0041
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| Regiment | 9th/12th Lancers |
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| Year | 2002 |
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REGIMENTAL JOURNAL OF THE 9TH/12TH ROYAL LANCERS (PRINCE OF WALES’S) 39 ' - - l m - Can / Keep the outfit? / th/hK the he/met rea//y surts me As usual an element of competition developed between the two vessels. The underhand and dastardly tactics employed to try and outwit each team were shocking and too shameless by far for this noble publication. Especially when the Commanding Officer himself relieved one raft of all its air, with rapids being rather tricky to negotiate when floating along on a floppy, rub- berized mat. Suffice it to say that the battles raged fast and thick throughout the weekend and many boarding parties met with watery and bone chilling consequences. There were moments of RHQ left stranded by the fearsome torrents rage, and moments of regret, moments of terror, and as always moments of daring gallantry. The experience was unanimously enjoyed, and the officers returned to Suffield strongly bonded through the experience of shared hazards. White water rafting offers a great opportunity to absorb the grand landscape of the Canadian waterways, and can be recommended to anyone with a sense of adventure and a taste for menacing risks. Additionally, there can be no finer cure for hangovers. North to Alaska As I stood on the shore of the Arctic Ocean looking north towards the permanent icepack, a movement caught my eye. Thirty metres away to my right, something was making its way slowly and purposefully through the icy waters. Above the waterline, 1 observed a small black shape roughly the size of a golf ball. Below the waterline, the dark object gave way to a lighter colour. At a glance, it appeared to be just another sea bird that had joined the many that lined the shore. As I fol- lowed its progress, it turned towards me and stopped. The top of a huge white head slowly rose out of the water and, in an instant, I realised that I was being eyeballed by a particularly large polar bear. Had it chosen to attack at that moment, it would have been on me within six bounds. I shot a quick look over my shoulder and noticed that my Eskimo guide had also observed the threat. “Get back in the vehicle, now”, he demand- ed in an even but forceful tone. I raised my camera, fired off a quick shot and climbed back into the 4 x 4. As we reversed, the bear retreated and vanished below the water. My guide and I then moved off to a nearby whale carcass in the hope ofviewing The po/ar hear eyes /uhch |
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