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Cavalry, especially Irish cavalry, are bound up in so many traditions it would make your eyes water. As QRIH recruits in Catterick we were educated on these in regimental "link" classes taken by a serving sergeant. Didn't stop me making the error of wearing a shirt and jumper without a tie however. Right up until 1982 we still wore ties with shirts, even under coverall on the tank park. H&S wouldn't allow that these days.
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Thanks for the info. Arn't H&S lovely, can't stop children - or animals - from being killed or abused, but the tie is crucial. I'm still waiting for the day when all pavements have 3M high barricades to stop morons from stepping into the road. All the best, David |
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We didn't have H&S so much when I joined up but they were starting to observe it. We had a s/sgt who we fondly referred to as "The Tank Park Rat" and it was his job to let us know what was permissible or not: like no sleeping under tanks, always use barrier cream, that sort of thing. The tie thing really surprised me. Even a raw recruit like me knew it was dangerous tow ear a tie around machinery but somebody had decreed it so we had to wear them. Then another person came up with the idea of coloured polo neck jumpers (bottle green in our case) to be worn under wooly pullies. A much more practical idea. They weren't issues though: you had to pay a fiver a jumper from the PRI shop. I noted that by the mid eighties most cavalry regiments were wearing them.
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Tablet time for me. All the best, David |
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Mind you, if they'd seen half the stuff we got up to they'd have had a fit. I remember one day finding a wire guided rocket called a TOW Anti Tank Missile. Usually fired from a helicopter. We slobbered when we saw it and couldn't wait to get the toolkit out and take it apart. Then there were the guys who drove the "Target Tanks" (yes you read that right - "Target Tanks") These were Centurions which had extra slabs of armour added on. This brought them up to 80 ton. They were painted battleship grey with fluorescent orange liberally dabbed around weak points such as optics. The gun was removed and a big steel pipe welded onto the turret to look like a gun. Apparently you could have danced in the turret there was so much room. Anyway - some infantry guys from the IDB or School of Infantry would volunteer to drive and command these and they got an extra 50p a day for doing so. Out onto the range they would trundle and drive slowly up and down whilst helicopters fired missiles at them which made one helluva clang when they hit. (NODUFF) Once that was over they had to get back to their base at 27 Command Armoured Workshops. That meant going down the steepest hill I've ever seen in my life. Cents had a max main brake period of 14 seconds constant. That was at 50 ton. With the extra weight of the added armour these only had 3 seconds constant main brake pressure before the brakes burnt out - so they had to go down this massive hill by careful down changes on the notoriously difficult clutch system. Miss a gear and you went into what we called "Mexican overdrive" . This did happen often. I wonder do they still do this or have the H&S people realised the madness of it? Oh yes, btw - all the Target Tanks Crews were Scottish. (it was the extra 50p a day which attracted them - or so one of them told me in the bar one night).
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Bloody hell. My brother followed me in but went through Arborfield and after a while was posted to somewhere in Germany - this was around the very late 60's/early 70's. He lost a mate out there when they were running some checks on the Cent - not sure whether it was used as a target tank or not. Apparently they hadn't got around to sorting out the brakes on these two tanks. They take them out, mate was in front, Alan about 30/40 metres behind. His mate went over this steep looking rise and took a nose dive on the other side i.e. it flipped right over end to end - couldn't those things do 70/80kph??. My brother had already realised that he needed to slow down and managed to, just. Unfortunately, his mate didn't and was in the turret at the time..... Say no more. Alan took it pretty badly and took some leave and came up to Leeds to see me. What with this and having skin problems (not "challenges"......) he came out shortly after on a MD. Beats my daughter getting upset over dropping her mobile phone in a bowl of water. But she didn't see it quite like that.
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going full pelt over a substantial hump they could flip over I'm sure. Here's a link to pictures of a target tank at Bovvy http://preservedtanks.com/Profile.aspx?UniqueId=1377 This appears to be one of those I saw at Warminster. I don't know if they ever used these in Hohne or elsewhere? Must do a bit of searching.
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He never did mention the actual speed, just that they were going at a fair old pace. Mind you, even going at 25mph would be scary - if you had to suddenly stop..... I just can't remember the name of the place where he was stationed at the time.
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Tanks are pretty dangerous things.
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Catapultam habeo. Nisi pecuniam omnem mihi dabis, ad caput tuum saxum immane mittam - I have a catapult. Give me all your money, or I will fling an enormous rock at your head. |
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