airborne
27-08-08, 07:45
It’s the early 60’s when one of Her Majesty's sleek black messengers of death enters Portsmouth dockyard for dry-docking.
'Deeps’, the Tanky, an able assistant to the Coxswain and oppo of the Leading Chef is instructed to run an errand to Victory Barracks by the No1.
Resplendent in his battery acid honed No.8 trousers, salt encrusted steaming boots, off grey submarine roll neck sweater and nicely yellowed cap with bow strategically placed over his left eye, our hero enters Barracks. He strolls across the parade ground contemplating lighting up a Duty Free when the strangulated cry of a “That creature there” rents the peace and quiet.
A Chief Gunnery Instructor, testicles tightly bound with black masking tape to obtain that required high pitch, stands quivering on his mirror like boots with inch thick soles and 200 polished hobnails. 'Deeps thinks, ‘not me I am only a visitor’ and ambles on.
The Chief of the Parade, who, as we all know never runs any where, walks at great speed, pace stick clenched firmly between the cheeks of his ar-s, no under his arm really. When he gets in front of our hero he places the tip of his pace stick on 'Deeps chest to prevent any escape and eyes him up and down. Deeps, having suffered the wrath of various Submarine Chief Stokers, is totally unfazed by this apparition and awaits the next move.
Chief of the Parade, “There is a bit of **** on the end of my stick”
Deeps, reply “Not at my end Chief”
'Deeps’, the Tanky, an able assistant to the Coxswain and oppo of the Leading Chef is instructed to run an errand to Victory Barracks by the No1.
Resplendent in his battery acid honed No.8 trousers, salt encrusted steaming boots, off grey submarine roll neck sweater and nicely yellowed cap with bow strategically placed over his left eye, our hero enters Barracks. He strolls across the parade ground contemplating lighting up a Duty Free when the strangulated cry of a “That creature there” rents the peace and quiet.
A Chief Gunnery Instructor, testicles tightly bound with black masking tape to obtain that required high pitch, stands quivering on his mirror like boots with inch thick soles and 200 polished hobnails. 'Deeps thinks, ‘not me I am only a visitor’ and ambles on.
The Chief of the Parade, who, as we all know never runs any where, walks at great speed, pace stick clenched firmly between the cheeks of his ar-s, no under his arm really. When he gets in front of our hero he places the tip of his pace stick on 'Deeps chest to prevent any escape and eyes him up and down. Deeps, having suffered the wrath of various Submarine Chief Stokers, is totally unfazed by this apparition and awaits the next move.
Chief of the Parade, “There is a bit of **** on the end of my stick”
Deeps, reply “Not at my end Chief”