9th-12th-Lancers - Year 2005 - Page 0032
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| Regiment | 9th/12th Lancers |
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| Year | 2005 |
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30 REGIMENTAL JOURNAL OF THE 9TH/12TH ROYAL LANCERS (PRINCE OF WALES’S) under the watchful eye of Cpl Barrett and Sgt Henderson main- tains the fleet availability REME Spirit In addition to the maintenance of kit, the LAD has engaged in all of the other tasks expected of a teeth arm soldier. Sanger duties, gate duties, top cover, escorts and route clearance tasks have been typical over the past few months. To make all this possible pressed men from 3RHA LAD, D Sqn Scots DG fitters and 111 Pro Coy LAD have stood too to ensure the continued through-flow of broken kit in, and fixed kit out. Seeing this level of inter-unit co-operation gives confidence in REME sol- diers being able to do their job, and make it work, no matter what. Secret Sgt Phelps had managed to talk his way into the ES Coy, but being top double secret, thankfully could not talk about any- thing he had done, or indeed talk his way out of there. It would appear that the grass was greener over there, but that was because they had painted it. That said he still managed to switch to permanent send for the rest of his activities on the rare occasion he caught someone’s eye, or was given an empty ear. The A Line Meanwhile the A—Line has severely challenged Tiffy Walker’s capacity to multi-task. Drinking tea and playing table tennis, whilst sitting with feet up is a considerable feat. Cpl McIvor’s selection for Class 1 training shocked all who had seen his tech- nical product: more accurately it was unclear as to whether he had technically produced anything. Cpl Allen’s selection for artificer training came as no shock. An inability to listen, a fascination with mind maps, and certain clumsiness around anything mechanical coupled with an aversion to dirty hands, meant that her tiffy potential was painfully obvious. Cfn Owen managed to survive more than 2 weeks without receiving a black eye. Recovery Thankfully all recovery assets had been palmed off to the Palace where their crews could happily dream of ‘a big job’ without annoying the remainder of the LAD. Their location had been selected as a result of painstaking study ofprevious tour tasking logs, of an integrated assessment of the ground and threat, and by the furthest distance from LAD Main. Sgt Jones showed signs ofwithdrawal from the Hohne clique. He was missing the evening showings of insipid sitcoms and missed the comfort of the home for single sergeants, otherwise known as The Mess. Foreign Legion Outposts In the lap of luxury SSgt West, Sgt Amos, LCpl Lee and Cfn Jackson were living life to the full. Basra Palaces marbled walls provided a fine backdrop to B Sqn Ftrs palatial life style. ‘I could get used to this’ said Cfn Jackson, reclining in his pool lounger in the ornamental lake. Living the dream that is TELIC. At the limits of the Al Faw peninsula a particularly motley crew of Lancers ably supportedby Cpl Davidson and Cfn Young held this remote fort from all comers. Rumours of going native were rife and the small confines of the base had had a detrimental effect on the mind of Cfn Young. Deeply inquisitive, he won- dered what the paint was made of on tracer rounds that made them glow as they flew. Deeply worrying. Promotion Shock news came with the selection for promotion ofon Baker, Cfn Young, Cfn Ward and Cfn Winfield. It would appear that Cfn Baker had asked Santa for a pair ofshoulders for Christmas: he mis-heard, thought he said soldiers and promoted him. Cfn Young used the family connection, and Cfn Winfield, despite clearly being a mistake, was promoted anyway. Cfn Ward’s stripe was found in a box ofWeetabix by the CO. Adventurous Tram/Hg #7 Spam, |
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