Ancient history but WTF

[REMF]

After a mere 6 years service I was granted a compasionate discharge (first wife went ever so slightly loopy- called the adj and said she'd cut his balls off- another story) Middle of the month no money 3 kids and a wife (albeit a loopy one) Down to the job centre followed by a trip to the social security. 4 hours waiting many, many questions why was I out of work..blah blah.. how much pay was I due from the army blah blah. Told them 12 days pay before any stoppages. had to wait another hour sat with the wino's before I was called to the window and had to sign for a giro... £3! And i had to declare I was 'destitute'. This went on for two weeks.. £3 per day. Finally my cheque arrived . A bloody huge cheque from the 'Paymaster General' 12 days pay less stoppages (my so called mates had raided my kit locker) a princely £1.76!!! Laugh? I almost wet myself. I took great delight in barging to the front of the queue and slapping the cheque on the counter and saying ' Happy now?'
Anyway, got a job 3 days later and never looked back. Must have been my week because my wife broke camp too! Happy days!

[Drone_pilot]

been there done that, i'm sick at the moment waiting for an op on my sholder.

the number of time i'v been made to look a prat by some shiny ass is un-belevable, still revenge is a pudding best eaten cold.

so when i win the lotto watch out, Dss i'm going to buy all the dss carparks, and make you sigh lots of forms (all the same), loose them ,make you fill them out again, then send them back again, because you forgot to cross the t's and dot the i's, then tell you that all the car spaces are in use and make you wait for 4 hours.:mad:

[Bombardier]

It always amzes me how we are treated when we leave the forces. Some people say we should be treated the same as everyone else, Bo**ocks to that says I. I served my country, layed my life on the line, I did exactly what these wasters who are waiting in the dole que never did or never could. Treat me the same as them at your peril. I was a soldier you shiny arsed fu*Kwit and you WILL treat me accordingly. Thank you and good day. uzi,

[Eagledriver]

Amen to that, Andy. Droney, sorry to hear about the shoulder. Hope everything works out.sal; sal;

[mikanmart]

How very sad that we have to put up with such crap as we do , us ex-vermin .
I wrote to the RAFBF and got a reply from a Squadron Leader . He probably was not born when I joined ,but he still gives Grandad a lecture , cheeky pompous young bastard .
I wrote to the RAF news , they did not publish letter . All I did was quote the facts . Not nasty , very careful in fact , but no warning to the serving lads was allowed .
Wrote to RAFA , like a prat , I got life membership to help the lads , didn't think I would ever need help . Just as bleedin' well , 'cos I didn't get any ,no reply , nada , zilch , nutt'n .
Like all insurance companies , they are big on words , but don't try to claim .
So , my Scottish friend , I can imagine your frustration .
I was very lucky , I was working in industry for the RAF (long story ) and the company made me an offer I couldn't refuse , particularly as we had a new officer posted in who used to try and order the civvy staff about .This nerk was an ex ranker , too . You would think he'd know better .
Anyway , all I did was move office , and when this nerk saw me using the officers' mess at various RAF and Navy stations , he had a blue fit . I really enjoyed that , especially as I could use the Sergeants' mess as well and he couldn't . Apologies to all of you who weren't sergeants . We are not all illegitimate ,some of us are quite nice , really .
Anyway , when I had my accident , and was suddenly out of work , I ran rings round the DHSS people , because I used their own tactics against them . I only went twice to a DHSS office , and after that , they had to do all the legwork . Eventually , I got them on my side , and they were very helpful . Really . Told me what I should be claiming , and made sure I got it , they knew about monies due that I had never heard of .
So , with DHSS , take them into your cofidence , tell them you need their help , ask them to help you ---you may be surprised . Because when you see some of the idle scheming bastards that they have to deal with , you can understand them being a bit careful .
Anyway , it's time for me tablets , I shall rattle in bed . Stop sniggering , I can't do that .That's why I make a stand somewhere else .
nighty night .
Mike

[deepwoods]

what I want to join the air force will they treat me bad when I leave?:confused:

[airborne]

Gentlemen, The Services are nothing to do with Civvy Street. Quite frankly Bggr patriotism and Queen and Country . It's about your mate, your section, your platoon, your company your Battalion and then your Regiment. .We are the fortunate ones for we have LIVED a real life and not dreamed like those poor pathetic mincers that sit behind desks and only wish. Be proud and do not let those who are just dust beneath your feet drag you down.
I have had the comradeship of knowing that if I was out there in the dark wounded and under fire SOMEONE would come and get me. Where will you find that in civilian life?
Heads up, chest out, bags of swank !!
Mike
TOMMY by Rudyard Kipling (1865-1936)

I went into a public-'ouse to get a pint o' beer,
The publican 'e up an' sez, "We serve no red-coats here."
The girls be'ind the bar they laughed an' giggled fit to die,
I outs into the street again an' to myself sez I:
O it's Tommy this, an' Tommy that, an' "Tommy, go away";
But it's "Thank you, Mister Atkins", when the band begins to play,
The band begins to play, my boys, the band begins to play,
O it's "Thank you, Mister Atkins", when the band begins to play.
I went into a theatre as sober as could be,
They gave a drunk civilian room, but 'adn't none for me;
They sent me to the gallery or round the music-'alls,
But when it comes to fightin', Lord! they'll shove me in the stalls!
For it's Tommy this, an' Tommy that, an' "Tommy, wait outside";
But it's "Special train for Atkins" when the trooper's on the tide,
The troopship's on the tide, my boys, the troopship's on the tide,
O it's "Special train for Atkins" when the trooper's on the tide.
Yes, makin' mock o' uniforms that guard you while you sleep
Is cheaper than them uniforms, an' they're starvation cheap;
An' hustlin' drunken soldiers when they're goin' large a bit
Is five times better business than paradin' in full kit.
Then it's Tommy this, an' Tommy that, an' "Tommy, 'ow's yer soul?"
But it's "Thin red line of 'eroes" when the drums begin to roll,
The drums begin to roll, my boys, the drums begin to roll,
O it's "Thin red line of 'eroes" when the drums begin to roll.
We aren't no thin red 'eroes, nor we aren't no blackguards too,
But single men in barricks, most remarkable like you;
An' if sometimes our conduck isn't all your fancy paints,
Why, single men in barricks don't grow into plaster saints;
While it's Tommy this, an' Tommy that, an' "Tommy, fall be'ind",
But it's "Please to walk in front, sir", when there's trouble in the wind,
There's trouble in the wind, my boys, there's trouble in the wind,
O it's "Please to walk in front, sir", when there's trouble in the wind.
You talk o' better food for us, an' schools, an' fires, an' all:
We'll wait for extry rations if you treat us rational.
Don't mess about the cook-room slops, but prove it to our face
The Widow's Uniform is not the soldier-man's disgrace.
For it's Tommy this, an' Tommy that, an' "Chuck him out, the brute!"
But it's "Saviour of 'is country" when the guns begin to shoot;
An' it's Tommy this, an' Tommy that, an' anything you please;
An' Tommy ain't a bloomin' fool -- you bet that Tommy sees!

[03Fox2/1]

airborne,
Well said. It is about your mate, the man next to you, the one that shares the same risks and the one that will die for you and you for him. No one appreciates life more then those who are willing to lose theirs for the sake of the man to their left or to their right, while facing the enemy who wants only to kill all of you. The indifference of civilians is expected, they know not what honor and loyalty is but the outright disrespect displayed by the general population towards military veterans is unacceptable to me. And to disrespect those that are currently fighting for both our nations and to treat with contempt those that return wounded in body or spirit is reprehensible to me. Having endured all of this myself, on return and discharge from service in VietNam, I know well the damage that is inflicted on the average fighting man, who through no fault of his own becomes the target for so much hate and false accusations. I have learned from my own experiences, hate the war, not the warrior. If no distinction is made between those who safely get us into wars and those who at risk of life actually fight our wars, there will come a day when the freedom that these content people enjoy and take for granted will cease to exist. We all hope for peace, but you must be prepared for war and how can a nation expect to have warriors for the future when the present ones are so poorly treated ? Semper Fi