- Contributed by听
- Ron Goldstein
- People in story:听
- Ron Goldstein
- Location of story:听
- Rieti, Italy
- Background to story:听
- Army
- Article ID:听
- A5233727
- Contributed on:听
- 21 August 2005
The City Gates, RAC Training Depot at Rieti
In October 1942, when I was first called up, I was asked if there was any particular branch of the Army that I would like to join.
In those heady days of patriotic zeal I rather fancied myself as a dashing young Tank driver so I put down the Armoured Corps as my first choice.
It was politely put to me that at my then height of 5'6" I simply wasn't tall enough to operate the foot controls. With bad grace I settled for the Royal Artillery.
In December 1944 when my Light Ack Ack Regiment was being 'broken up for spares', as someone so neatly put it, my legs had miraculously become long enough to do anything that the Army required of me and I soon found myself at Rieti learning to drive Sherman Tanks!
This bears out the lovely story told about the use of KRRs (Kings Rules and Regulations).
The story goes that, using KRRs, the Army can do ANYTHING it likes to you, except give you a baby.
This was later ammended to say that, using KRR's the Army CAN give you a baby, but it can't make you love it!
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