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I can remember while on exercise in Hohne Germany with 39 Heavy Regiment Royal Artillery in 1984. I had to go for a dump or as we call it in the British Army a shovel Recce. I picked up my shovel and made my way into the wooded area close by our position. I should point out that the light was fading fast and I was the NIG (New intake Gunner) at the time. I entered the woods and found what I thought was the perfect place to shed my un-wanted load. I dropped my trolleys and proceeded to do my thang, ahhhhhhhh finished I stood up wiped my backside and as we all do I looked at where I had done my Thang. :shock: what no poo poo?, where could it have gone?. It was time for me to get the hell outta dem woods and back to safety, I thought some kind of wild animal had taken it. I was puzzled for the rest of the weeks exercise until I was given a small parcel wrapped in an old newspaper, guess what it was my POO POO. One of the older lads had apparently crept into the woods and placed a shovel under my arse while I was doing my thang and then dissapeared with it before I turned around after wiping my arse.
I dont know where they had stored it for all that time????
I dont know where they had stored it for all that time????