When I was doing officer training I was stationed in the worst possible area. The area itself was fine. In fact it is one of the most beautiful spots in South Africa, smack in the middle of (Very rich upmarket) Gordan’s Bay in False Bay on the waterfront. Now you may think it odd that I say this was the worst possible location…
You see, the Army and Air-Force guys are always far out in the bush with nothing even remotely resembling civilisation for kilometers in any direction. When doing this sort of training you’re not allowed out of the base for months on end so one gets used to it and you aren’t constantly reminded of what you’re missing out on.
Now in Gordan’s Bay you stand watch and after a day of abuse with nothing but laundry and cleaning to look forward to you have to watch the locals driving by in their BMW’s and Mercedes Benz’s on their way to their palacial homes right in front of and and around the base. There was also a bar just outside the base and you could hear the nightly (especially painful on a Saturday night… :fume: ) revelry.
But why I can kinda understand these lads peering at you from their boring little post is because of the one high point in doing officer’s training in Gordon’s Bay. We used to have to do beach PT on a nearby beach which was awesome for us as we could “discretely” ogle the local beauties sunbathing and frolicking in the waves. That kinda kept me sane for 12 months.
Spare a thought for the poor bastards. Give them a wave and a smile. It’ll probably mean more to them than you can imagine.
I know, a couple of hundred kilometers; thank god for the fellow soldier who had license to fly a small plane to the nearest town, for us to have a couple of beers.
If the sailor porn doesn’t work, just give in and start washing your car a whole lot while wearing Daisy Dukes. If Chinese paratroopers land all over the island, you’ll be sure to get extra protection.
