- Maple_Leaf_Eh

http://i87.photobucket.com/albums/k130/ldshrecceboy/100_0428.jpg "Kit check"

Reminds me of a story my old colleague Ron used to tell. He was a Medic with the 8CH "Crazy Eights" in Germany. The squadrons were all lined up and the stores were all laid out for yet another Brigade Commander's Annual Inspection. Seen one layout, seen them all dozen; the two hundredth got very tedious. So there is Ron standing at attention in front of his ambulance truck, with all the army kit laid out.

The OC, SSM, CO, RSM, Brigade Commander and Brigade RSM are slowly making their way down the rows. The General looks down the line and spots Ron and starts running, pointing his finger, shouting, "You! You're the bastard who stole my bicycle!" No one knows what is going on, but they trail along behind. The RSM must have been self-dictating the charge report, gotch now Rosetti!

The General pulls up and holds out his hand. "Howya doin'? Haven't seen you since the Nijmegan Marches! Every thing OK?' And they have a happy chat.

The General turns to the staff and tells how after the day of The Nijmegan Marches, how he had been "overly refreshed" and left his bicycle at one hospitality tent or another. Ron had recognized it and put in his ambulance until they got back to base. Ron, was golden for weeks afterwards - until he got caught doing something else.