BF2S Forums To all the Soldiers out there, Tell us your stories.

It was great, I ate lot's of pizza and drank lots of grog.

We sat in loads of Pubs, and you always new when the Australians were in town.

deeznutz1245 wrote:

I have been yelled at, beat, praised, fought, drank, traveled, tattooed, started smoking/ dipping, been shot at, shot back, drank some more, met great people, acquired scars, been hazed, dazed and learned that "Chesty" Puller is the most hardcore mother fucker ever to live, and you arent shit unless you have the sharpest creases. hooh f'ing rah.

damn.

At 18 i joined the dutch red barrets. We started the training with 190 guys, that made it though the application tests and about 25 guys actually made it though the course. After 6 months training of training, i was sent to another army unit and became a gunner specialist in a recon platoon for an armoured infantry battalion. I havent seen real combat but i ve trained for it for about 2,5 years. I m trained as a combat medic, spotter for arti, i sent hours in huge simulators and did live fire exercizes. My sergeant was a sniper instructor at the green barrets so i got some sniper training as well. We made our own guilly suits and had to do shit like: my serge would sit on a chain on a small hill in a open spot in the forrest of about 150 m across having a bino and a radio. We spit up in 2 man teams and every team's mission was to get within 50 meters of the target, aim and call him on the radio, without getting seen. We got seen and sent back 3 times and after that we got the hang of it. Every time you got sent back, it was like 200m of crawling again. We did tons of crazy shit, going behind enemy lines to look for the enemy base in excercizes etc.

To give you a clue of what these 6 months or basic training were like. My instructors were old green barrets or old marines. Its like they ll always find something wrong somewhere and then the whole platoon or group had to repeat the whole thing and this just goes on and on. You get about 3/4 hours of sleep a day. We marched distances of 25 km's in 3 hours and 15 minutes carrying about 50 kg of gear. It was winter time and if 1 guy out of like 50 guys lost a glove, the rest of the guys in the whole platoon werent allowed to wear gloves. I was thought the safety instructions for my personal weapon, which is a pretty simple process of unloading your rifle and checking the chamber but we had to repeat this for 4 hours while laying down in the rain in some nice puddle they found for us. This stuff went on for 6 months.

Last edited by Echo (2007-03-01 10:57:21)

I have had a whale of a time so far.
I joined the army 9 years ago, started off driving Challenger 2, eventually started gunning one.  Now i am a Challenger 2 commander who has diversified a little and i now teach Communications Informations Systems.  Its a good little number.  Been to 3 war zones and was shot at in 2 of them, but its amazing what a man will do for a little ribbon!!  Apparently.

I joined. went to georgia. went to texas. went to iraq.  went home.  joined again...