Talking about the elite.
After an exercise in Germany many different units decended on a massive Army camp for a couple days. I was looking forward to getting a good nights sleep, when the Squadron Sergeant Major came in the billet and told me I was Orderly Corporal patrolling the NAFFI. I protested somewhat loudly, the SSM said, “Don't moan at me, I'm Orderly Officer!” With gnashing teeth I went over to the NAFFI to do my stint.
As the evening wore on quite a few of the blokes were getting stroppy after downing quite a few beers, there's me thinking “Oh blimey here we go, I'm not in the mood for a black eye.” After a bit of a struggle they were calmed down and thankfully no blood spilt, especially mine!
Then came throwing out time. I noticed a couple of SAS lads and thought “I'll leave those till last, so no one can see me die when I tell (ask?) them to leave or hear me scream like a girl while they beat the crap out of me.” I'm going round all the tables telling the blokes to drink up and leave, finally the only ones left were the SAS lads. I went over to their table and said, “Closing time lads,” and waited for the first blow to land. To my utter surprise, they drank their beer in one go and said, “OK mate.” and left, no argument, nothing.