| In 1953, when i did my basic training at Maryhill Barracks, Glasgow, and at Gareloch Head, a time of conscription, this was held up to recruits as the discipline expected of them.
The other was that if your squad NCO was marching you towards the edge of a cliff and gave no order to turn or halt - over you went. We had a funny occasion when Jamieson MM was marching us off the square and heading for the barracks perimeter wall, from distance, and a dog barked outside the wall; we halted immaculately, front noses to the wall, and when Jamieson caught up with us he wanted to know what the f*** we were up to. Mind you - he never swore, I must say. He never needed to.
COMMAND THE FUTURE, CONQUER THE PAST. |