A Three Badges View of 21st Century

THE DEMISE OF JACK TAR.

The traditional male sailor was not defined by his looks. He was defined by his attitude; his name was Jack Tar.He was a happy go lucky sort of a bloke; he took the good times with the bad. He didn't cry victimisation, bastardisation, discrimination or for his mum when things didn't go his way. He took responsibility for his own, sometimes, self-destructive actions.He loved a laugh at anything or anybody. Rank, gender, race, creed or behaviour, it didn't matter to Jack, he would take the piss out of anyone, including himself. If someone took it out of him he didn't get offended; it was a natural part of life. If he offended someone else, so be it. Free from many of the rules of polite society, Jack's manners were somewhat rough.His ability to swear was legendary. He would stand up for his mates. Jack was extravagant with his support to those he thought needed it. He may have been right or wrong, but that didn’t' t matter. Jack's mate was one of the luckiest people alive.Jack loved women. He loved to chase them to the ends of the earth and sometimes he even caught one. (Less often than he would have you believe though) His tales of the chase and its conclusion win or lose, is the stuff of legends.Jack's favourite drink was beer, and he could drink it like a fish. His actions when inebriated would, on occasion, land him in trouble. But, he took it on the chin, did his punishment and then went and did it all again.Jack loved his job. He took an immense pride in what he did. His radar was always the best in the fleet. His engines always worked better than anyone else's. His eyes could spot a contact before anyone else’s and shoot at it first. It was a matter of personal pride. Jack was the consummate professional when he was at work and sober. He was a bit like a mischievous child. He had a gleam in his eye and a larger than life outlook.He was as rough as guts. You had to be pig headed and thick skinned to survive. He worked hard and played hard. His masters tut-tutted at some of his more exuberant expressions of joie de vivre, and the occasional bout of number 9’s or stoppage let him know where his limits were.The late 20th Century and on has seen the demise of Jack. The workplace no longer echoes with ribald comment and bawdy tales. Someone is sure to take offence. Where as, those stories of daring do and ingenuity in the face of adversity, usually whilst pissed, lack the audacity of the past. A wicked sense of humour is now a liability, rather than a necessity. Jack has been socially engineered out of existence. What was once normal is now offensive. Denting someone else’s over inflated opinion of their own self worth is now a crime.

And so a culture dies

Unless you serving Sprogs can tell us different?

Nutty
 

andym

War Hero
Re: A Thee Badges View of 21st Century

In a Similar Vein:

A Matelot
A Sailor has many sides, well at least two...Port & Starboard. He is the worlds most dangerous weapon but is most surely the worlds greatest Ambassador. If you do not agree with this statement, then read on.

I am sure you will change your mind and discover this true wonder of a Royal Navy Sailor who is effectionately called a Matelot.........

A Matelot is not born, he is made out of leftovers! God built the world and the animals and then recycled the gash to create this dastardly weapon. He took the leftover roar of the lion, the howl of the hyena, the clumsiness of the ox, the stubborness of the mule, the slyness of the fox, the wildness of the bull and the pride of a peacock - then added the filthy evil mind of the devil to satisfy his wierd sense of humour.

A Matelot evolved into a crude combination of John Dillinger, Errol Flynn, Beau Brummel and Valentino - a swashbuckling - beer-swilling - lovemaking - LIAR!


A Matelot likes girls, rum, beer, fights, uckers, runs ashore, pubs, jokes, long leave, his mates and his ticket. He hates officers, rounds, divisions, saluting middies, naval police, painting the side, jaunties, navy scran, his turn in the barrel and signing on!

A Matelot comes in four colours; white, off white, dirty and filthy - all looking alike under a tan and a uniform.

He is brave drinking beer, abusive playing crib, brutal defending his pride and passionate making love.

He can start a brawl, create a disaster, offend the law, desert his ship, make you lose your money, your temper and your mind!


He can take your sister, your mother, your aunt, and when he is caught get his captain to vouch for his integrity.


A matelot is loved by all mothers, sisters, aunts and nieces; hated by all fathers, brothers, uncles and nephews.


He has a girl in every port and a port in every girl. He breaks more hearts, causes more fights and begets more bastards than any other man, yet when he is off to sea he is missed more than any other!


A matelot is a mean, hard drinking, fast running, mealy mouthed son-of-a-bitch, but when you are in strife he is a strong shoulder to lean on, a pillar of wisdom, and a defender of the faith and cause. He fights for his mate, and dies for his country, without question or hesitation
 

andym

War Hero
I cant claim it to be all my own work,cant remember where i found it.Its all true though just like your Dit.
 

Dabtoe

Midshipman
Had a trip to Gosport not so long ago to visit my daughter, took the Mrs over to Pompey to visit some of the old haunts and we were in the Ship Leopard there were quite a few matelots in. But the banter did not seem to be the same sort we used to have I made a comment to the Mrs about it and she quietly reminded me that they were a different generation and probably learned to behave better than the big ODs that we were.
 

Rincewind

Lantern Swinger
couple of years back me and another SCC PO were on the RN FA2 course in raliegh....

thursday night we went on a run ashore with the junior rates and me and monty became "dad" had to say they thought they were being outrageous and yet me and monty thought things were so tame.... different breed i think.

still a tremendous laugh. would do it all again tonight.

Rincewind
 

fangita

Badgeman
Nutty

Reports of the demise of the meths-drinking swearmeisters of the lower deck are somewhat exaggerated. On my last ship (a couple of years ago, and I was in the Flight!) pretty much every AB was the kind of character you'd recognise, and then want to go boozing with in the evening.

Some things HAVE changed though. These days the lads are much better dressed and better groomed - but that's the same for any 20something bloke, not just matelots. In fact, on a run ashore night 2 deck absolutely stinks of aftershave and hair gel. And, as a result, they don't need to go whoring as much because ... er ... there's easier ways to get laid (if you get my drift). And there's less porn. But there's still the banter, the irreverance, the can-do attitude. It's the same on air stations - the AEMS and NAs are just as they were when I joined in the early 1980s. The RN's in safe hands, I promise.

I'd lay money on the fact that 40 years ago old GIs were saying that the new entrants were lazy feckless scum. Plus ca change....
 

janner

MIA
Book Reviewer
Aftershave and Hair Oil, whats up with Diesel and BO. Smart and better dressed, you've never met a Dieselsorus kitted out in Nos 1's creases everywhere but where they should be, off white front, 4 or 5 getting over the brow wearing sections of the same grey lanyard. Whoring, no need mate, a mere sighting was enough to make the local ladies swoon :lol: :oops:
 

Ageing_Gracefully

War Hero
Moderator
Review Editor
Book Reviewer
Re: A Thee Badges View of 21st Century

andym said:
In a Similar Vein:

A Matelot
A Sailor has many sides, well at least two...Port & Starboard. He is the worlds most dangerous weapon but is most surely the worlds greatest Ambassador. If you do not agree with this statement, then read on.

I thought mateys stood 4 square to the world so they will need a bit for the front and back (or whatever you Jolly Jacks call them) :twisted: :wink:
 
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