CARRY ON SOLDIER By Garry Sloane, 4 RAR/NZ
I’d been attached to company headquarters (CHQ) during one operation. Anyway, I was sitting beside my hutchie, reading a paperback and just relaxing. All of a sudden I felt a horrible itch when I breathed out. And the normal human reaction? I picked my nose. Halfway through the nose picking, a shadow fell over me. I looked up with my finger stuck full up my nose and saw Captain Peter Schuman… standing over me… with a bunch of wheels from CHQ doing an inspection of the harbour position. I slowly started to take my finger out of my nose. “Soldier, did I give you an order to take your finger from your nose?” he asked. I, of course, gave him a full-blown “No, Sir”, which sounded very high pitched.
“Carry on, soldier and hunt that booger down.” He then walked off laughing, with the rest of the group staring back at me.
No combat-ready unit has ever passed inspection.