marksman303

So as I stated the other day, I am not dead. I have made it through Basic Military Qualification more or less unscathed. I thought about relating the details of my training, but I think we have all seen enough army movies to know what it's all about. They don't let you sleep much, they run you hard, your given very little time to eat, and your mothers honour is questioned almost as often as your sexuality.

Instead thought I would relate a funny and little talked about aspect of the Canadian military, French Instructors. There is nothing quite so funny as someone yelling at you in a language that they have only been speaking a short time. It leads to such wonderfully broken sentences as "You think you sweat? I make you sweater!" and my all time favourite "You think I know fuck? I know fuck all!" My French instructors were probably my favourites. How can you not like a guy who presents himself before the troops for the first time and says "Stop me if you not understand my fucked up English." Despite the broken english the man proved to be a reservoir of useful information. Anyone who has completed over 250 rece missions has to have something worth saying. Even if it does some times come out as "You fuck with me, you going to get some pain".


So everyone throw up a salute to my favourite Master Corporal


Just look at that smile. You know he loved fuckin with our heads.

-Marksman Out