British Military Fitness

When my mate Denny heard about being paid to be in the T.A. he joined up straight away, the tight fucker.
He trained up as a medic, but he was really there for the dosh.
He used to crow on about the great weekends away, scampering through woodland, dossing down in tents like a bunch of cub scouts, pissing about in big khaki wagons.
He loved it.

Then they shipped him to Afghanistan for six months, in the front line.
Oh, how I laughed.

Six months of patching up locals who had got their arms and faces blasted off whilst trying to reclaim the metal from unexploded ordnance, six months of sniper fire, six months of openly wanking in a tent over tatty porn mags in front of half a dozen other blokes who are also wanking whilst trying to avoid eye contact.

Hur hur hur...

You kill me Lucy, ha ha ha!!!