Another thread talking about a different kind of 'cut' made me remember this. Anyone here get the cuts at Ganges? Anyone remember donning the blue PT shorts, without pussers issue kacks... being stetched over the back of a hard-backed chair, and held down by a couple of RPO's while the jaunty whipped you across the arse with a thin cane? He made you wait between strokes too. You couldn't time them. They weren't equally delivered. I wouldn't cry out. I wouldn't let them have that satisfaction. I just gritted my teeth... and wished I hadn't sewn my name in the shorts across a cheek. Rumour had it that if he drew blood or crossed a stripe you would get a shilling's compensation. Unluckily my six were beautifully spaced..... like tram-lines. It had the advantage that I had the rest of the day off to recover. I had to show the scars to the rest of the messdeck who were suitably impressed...... and no-one else went over the wall... as I had.