Through The Gate
The taxi dropped me off outside the main gate and what I'd taken as nerves before didn't in any respect match what I felt now. I showed the guard on the gate my ID card and approached the window to the guard room. Dressed in civis I could have been anyone but maybe the guard commander felt my fear.
"What do you want?"
"Excuse me Corporal, I'm Private ******* and I was told to report here."
"Wait there" (said in an ominously menacing voice)
Half an hour later and I was still stood At Ease outside the guardroom. I was beginning to wonder if I'd been forgotten about. It turned out that my idea of army efficiency was totally different to the armies. No one actually knew I was turning up. Eventually I ended up being escorted to my Company block where I waited another 30 minutes.
I'd been here a whole hour and no one had beaten me, bawled at me, or stolen my worldly possessions - maybe the stories we'd heard during training weren't true................
fired down the range by DC at 6:12 pm
4 Comments:
Great blog and superb pics. Keep up the good work.
I recently had cause to visit RAF Innsworth. I was actually astounded by the casual way we were waved through the gates - the soldier on guard recognised the face of my driver companion. He never even checked the ID card, which she casually tossed onto the dashboard. Is that normal?
Arrazello - if the guard knew your companion was entitled to be on camp then he/she could be excused. He/she should still have checked you out?
Hmm. I wondered about that. I could have taken her hostage or anything but still... I don't look that threatening, I guess.
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