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furkensturker · 10-25-2007, 11:11 AM

I was posted to the sharp end Townsville nth Queensland, part of the ODF (overseas deployment force), For some reason, I had the ability to get myself in the siht fairly often. As punishment for something I did wrong, myself and a mate were sent to pick up a pig, straight after a ceremonial parade while still dressed in best clothes, to be taken to the local abitors to be killed for an up coming unit function, being a spit roast.

We were told to "pick up the pig and come back to HQ for details of the abitor". When we stopped outside HQ, I was in the back of the landrover holding a fully grown sow pig who figured now was the time to escape. She made a dash for the open back of the landrover but there was no way known I was letting her go. I crash tackled her to the floor and held her there until my mate came back. The pig squealed and squealed, as pigs do, very very loudly.

The CSM, who had it in for me bellowed from his office door, "furkensturker, stop f&*#%!$ that pig. Yeah, good joke, not.

When we arrived at the Abitors, one of the workers had a hammer type of marking device, you put your name in letter stamps in this hammer, put dye into the handle and hit the pig a few times, giving it an instant tattoo so as to ID the owner. You know when you have a great idea and you think, "this is going to be great?" I grabbed the hammer and made the word CSM HARVY. Harvy being the first name of the CSM.

I belted that pig so many times the Abitor worker had to stop me because he thought I was being too cruel. The pig was white, but when I had finished with it, it had almost as much blue dye as white skin.

A week later, I had forgotten about the stamping episode until I arrived at the area pool where the spit roast was being held. The first person I ran into was the OC (Major) with a big grin on his face. He pulled me aside and said he heard the CSM bellow at me and thought it was uncalled for and felt the stamping was a great come back. It gave me great delight to see the pig going round and round and watching "CSM HARVY" all over the pig as it rotated. A week later I saw the CSM in a pub in town and he told me it was the best come back he had seen. After that we became friends, but he was still a prick.

Freddie

10-25-2007, 11:11 AM	#325 (permalink)
furkensturker Underwater panelbeater *Military Professional* Join Date: 10-11-07 Location: West Gippsland, Victoria Posts: 620 Country:	Got my own back I was posted to the sharp end Townsville nth Queensland, part of the ODF (overseas deployment force), For some reason, I had the ability to get myself in the siht fairly often. As punishment for something I did wrong, myself and a mate were sent to pick up a pig, straight after a ceremonial parade while still dressed in best clothes, to be taken to the local abitors to be killed for an up coming unit function, being a spit roast. We were told to "pick up the pig and come back to HQ for details of the abitor". When we stopped outside HQ, I was in the back of the landrover holding a fully grown sow pig who figured now was the time to escape. She made a dash for the open back of the landrover but there was no way known I was letting her go. I crash tackled her to the floor and held her there until my mate came back. The pig squealed and squealed, as pigs do, very very loudly. The CSM, who had it in for me bellowed from his office door, "furkensturker, stop f&*#%!$ that pig. Yeah, good joke, not. When we arrived at the Abitors, one of the workers had a hammer type of marking device, you put your name in letter stamps in this hammer, put dye into the handle and hit the pig a few times, giving it an instant tattoo so as to ID the owner. You know when you have a great idea and you think, "this is going to be great?" I grabbed the hammer and made the word CSM HARVY. Harvy being the first name of the CSM. I belted that pig so many times the Abitor worker had to stop me because he thought I was being too cruel. The pig was white, but when I had finished with it, it had almost as much blue dye as white skin. A week later, I had forgotten about the stamping episode until I arrived at the area pool where the spit roast was being held. The first person I ran into was the OC (Major) with a big grin on his face. He pulled me aside and said he heard the CSM bellow at me and thought it was uncalled for and felt the stamping was a great come back. It gave me great delight to see the pig going round and round and watching "CSM HARVY" all over the pig as it rotated. A week later I saw the CSM in a pub in town and he told me it was the best come back he had seen. After that we became friends, but he was still a prick. Freddie __________________ I'm the Happiness Fairy. I've sprinkled happy dust on you. So Smile dammit. This sh1t's expensive. Bulla Fiax concouria quantium vis