Ignore most of us. We last did training when everyone lived in wooden huts with tin roofs. It took
almost TWO DAYS for some civvy twat in RALEIGH to teach the class I was in how to use the
wood block name stamp when marking up our kit. I was fascinated by the fact that my backwards
printed name came out the right way round when I banged it on my No.8 shirt.
Still can't figure out how it did it.
By the end of training I couldn't half run fu**ing fast around the parade ground with an SLR
at high port arms.
...and I could get blattered on two pints of Guinness.