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Sunday, July 24, 2005

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................


Blogger TrĂ©e said...

Great blog and superb pics. Keep up the good work.

7:26 pm  
Anonymous arrazello said...

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?

2:13 pm  
Blogger Universal Soldier said...

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?

6:04 pm  
Anonymous arrazello said...

Hmm. I wondered about that. I could have taken her hostage or anything but still... I don't look that threatening, I guess.

10:30 pm  

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