Drone_pilot
26-06-04, 18:59
it's Winter 1970 Larkhill Salisbury Plain.
i Had been with my regiment for 4 months (49 Field Regt) we were Support for the R.S.A (Royal School of Artillery), so we were out in the field live firing 5 days a week, mostly with the 25Pd, 105mm Abbot or equipment borrowed from the RSA which could be anything.
one day the temp was hovering about the -2 mark with a wind chill of -20 it was cold to say the least.
the morning shoot went as well as expected with short breaks between fire missions, in which we ran around to keep warm.
lunch time arrived out came the hay boxes (a used device to keep food hot), Fish & chips or curry and rice, and two urn's of tea and coffee.
i held my mug under the coffee tap and watched as a stream of hot liquid pored into my mug, god in that temperature the coffee tasted like liquid gold.
Now the tea drinkers among us (I won't drink that "muck") dully filled their mugs with tea, well one guy took a Almighty swig of this liquid and almost threw up, the tea drinkers all stopped in mid sip, i watched as their faces turned very green then very red with anger, "slight digress here tea is made with water, tea, milk, and sugar to taste, not SALT", yes the Cookhouse had laced the tea with salt and not sugar.
well i have never seen a guy run so fast once he (the cook) saw 30+ gunners out for the kill.
about 3'O'Clock a Landrover turned up with a Catering Corps Officer, who could not do enough to placate us another two urn's of tea and coffee with sugar this time, biscuits, cake and apple pies.
I often wonder if this was all down to the fact that the cookhouse was well within range of our gun's
i Had been with my regiment for 4 months (49 Field Regt) we were Support for the R.S.A (Royal School of Artillery), so we were out in the field live firing 5 days a week, mostly with the 25Pd, 105mm Abbot or equipment borrowed from the RSA which could be anything.
one day the temp was hovering about the -2 mark with a wind chill of -20 it was cold to say the least.
the morning shoot went as well as expected with short breaks between fire missions, in which we ran around to keep warm.
lunch time arrived out came the hay boxes (a used device to keep food hot), Fish & chips or curry and rice, and two urn's of tea and coffee.
i held my mug under the coffee tap and watched as a stream of hot liquid pored into my mug, god in that temperature the coffee tasted like liquid gold.
Now the tea drinkers among us (I won't drink that "muck") dully filled their mugs with tea, well one guy took a Almighty swig of this liquid and almost threw up, the tea drinkers all stopped in mid sip, i watched as their faces turned very green then very red with anger, "slight digress here tea is made with water, tea, milk, and sugar to taste, not SALT", yes the Cookhouse had laced the tea with salt and not sugar.
well i have never seen a guy run so fast once he (the cook) saw 30+ gunners out for the kill.
about 3'O'Clock a Landrover turned up with a Catering Corps Officer, who could not do enough to placate us another two urn's of tea and coffee with sugar this time, biscuits, cake and apple pies.
I often wonder if this was all down to the fact that the cookhouse was well within range of our gun's