the Sergeant at 8.36 was Roly Wilson, who sadly passed away a year ago from Alzheimers. He joined the Met and rose to the rank of Inspector and was in the charge of the Public Order Centre at Greenwich. Top top man
I was there in 1972, six years after this doc was made. I did manage to pick out a couple of the NCO's who were still there during my tenure at The Factory and still screaming like bloody insane banshees on the drill square. It is hard to believe we put ourselves through this training as youngsters. It's like another world to me now. I do remember those first few weeks as a recruit was like a furious tornado hitting me. The language, the insults and never having enough time between beasting on the drill square, barrack room inspections, weapon training, PT and hauling ourselves over the dreaded assault course for anything but eating and sleeping.
This was from a time when regiments trained their own recruits, as a result recruits picked up the ethos of their selected regiments. Now it’s done in corporate nature at the ITC Catterick, further erosion of the regimental system. Although I was RGJ have always respected the way The Guards & Paras trained their men. I went through the Rifle Depot RGJ we were treated as grown ups from day one, “Once a Rifleman Always a Rifleman” Swift & Bold.
@@sharkwolf7788 Changed, now recruits basically sign up to The Infantry and are badged up when at ITC Catterick and train as multi cap badge platoons. There is now a de facto “corps of infantry” assume this to address under manned regiments and battalions which existed with the previous recruitment method.
@johnsabini2330 well that's fucking shite. I served in the engineers but I always saw the importance of regimental identity in the infantry. The higher ups are cunts
Pirbright 87 , still ended up D lines but That was good as you could relax , can't see modern generation getting a beasting the Drill Square , obviously not built the "Kremlon" yet and sheds look older , Quis Separabit and a Happy St Patrick's Day
I wasn’t Guards but we had a Coldstream Drill Sgt Junior Leaders Oswestry. Terry Inman. I never knew my feet could move so fast. Scared the crap out of my 15 year old arse. Top Instructor and man. Would I do it again...damm right. Oswestry 1972 🇬🇧
Our drill instructor had transferred from the Grenadier Guards; never found out why. He was an absolute sod on the parade ground, but a very decent bloke off it. 🙂
This brought back so many memories from my time in the Guards, some good some bad..I honestly can't believe i did this back in the seventies, but I wouldn't swap the experience.
I was there in 1972, six years after this doc was made. I did recognize a couple of the NCO's who were still screaming like banshees on the drill square. It is hard to believe we put ourselves through this training this as youngsters. It's like another world to me now. I do remember those first few weeks was like a bloody tornado hitting me. The bad language, the insults and never having enough time between beasting on the drill square, barrack room inspections, weapon training, PT and the dreaded assault course for anything but eat and sleep.
When I mentioned i was guardsman back in the day... They always say to me did you see much action.... I say yes I was attached to the housing benefit unit jokingly, And they say that so interesting
@@terrier7832Interesting. I did mine after a while 'in' by inserting a very thin sharp knife blade up the sides and resewing the edges of the peak - ! Wasn't questioned - ! 😅
Good old puttees 58pattern webbing and those tin pots,and those kf shirts,for first couple of weeks by back permantly sore from the shirts,Dlines the last few weeks march and shoot etc
The commentator at 3:00 epitomises everything wrong, at that time. The Parachute Regiment, for example, was barely 20 years old and not hung up on tradition, yet over-performed; the amalgamated "Line Regiments", to a lesser degree, too. To their credit, 30 years ago, they dispensed with the racism and begun to faze-out aspects of the chinless entitlement, so that now, the only proponents of this are "Sloane Square Poseurs", fit for nothing, after they leave, except propping-up a Fulham bar and boring-on about their time...
