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A note on another thread has prompted this post. If you good people will indulge me, I have am amusing anecdote from a former colleage involving the amber nectar......
As you will see, it's not just you former military types who have interesting "war stories".......the boys in blue have more than a few! Enjoy.
"A few years ago I got a call to make my way to HMS Gannet at Prestwick airport regarding a firearms incident. I was miles away and it took me an hour with the blues on to get there.
It transpired that an incident was ongoing on the island of Jura and a tactical unit with one dog team were away on a Sea King.
A little while later, 3 more dog teams (including 'Mike' & me) and two negotiators were also transported to the island and were dropped in the middle of a peat bog. The ground was so soft they had to keep the power on and we all had to jump for it. That was fine for the dog handlers as we
were dressed for the outdoors, however the negotiators both had their dancing shoes and nice suits on so were not best pleased. Insult was added to injury when we all had to clamber into the Islay Police Land Rover and one of the dogs (a rather large German Shepherd, bad boy Mike 'o) took a fancy for the chief negotiator and decided his lap was the best place to sit. I doubt he ever got the stains out.
The whole thing was resolved peacefully when the emotionally disturbed suspect had a lucid moment (having guns and dogs pointed at you will do that sometimes) and surrendered.
Problem was we had to recall the Feolin ferry to get us to Islay, which took a while, so the Gaffer took us all to the Jura Hotel for dinner & even bought a round. Steve, the proprietor, was delighted as it was out of season. Unfortunately there was no venison pie left when they got to me.
Getting to Islay and locking all the guns and kit in a cell at the Port Ellen Police Station took a while but lets just say the subsequent hospitality was legendary.
In the morning we chucked the dogs back in the Land Rover and headed for the ferry to the mainland where a proper dog van would meet us. We couldn't leave the dogs in the Land Rover so we took over a room on the boat and all 4 handlers and dogs crashed out. Surprisingly enough we were not disturbed by the other passengers.
I got home around 1900 that day having left home around 0700 the day before, only to get a phone call from the Islay Sergeant asking where his Land Rover
was......"
As you will see, it's not just you former military types who have interesting "war stories".......the boys in blue have more than a few! Enjoy.
"A few years ago I got a call to make my way to HMS Gannet at Prestwick airport regarding a firearms incident. I was miles away and it took me an hour with the blues on to get there.
It transpired that an incident was ongoing on the island of Jura and a tactical unit with one dog team were away on a Sea King.
A little while later, 3 more dog teams (including 'Mike' & me) and two negotiators were also transported to the island and were dropped in the middle of a peat bog. The ground was so soft they had to keep the power on and we all had to jump for it. That was fine for the dog handlers as we
were dressed for the outdoors, however the negotiators both had their dancing shoes and nice suits on so were not best pleased. Insult was added to injury when we all had to clamber into the Islay Police Land Rover and one of the dogs (a rather large German Shepherd, bad boy Mike 'o) took a fancy for the chief negotiator and decided his lap was the best place to sit. I doubt he ever got the stains out.
The whole thing was resolved peacefully when the emotionally disturbed suspect had a lucid moment (having guns and dogs pointed at you will do that sometimes) and surrendered.
Problem was we had to recall the Feolin ferry to get us to Islay, which took a while, so the Gaffer took us all to the Jura Hotel for dinner & even bought a round. Steve, the proprietor, was delighted as it was out of season. Unfortunately there was no venison pie left when they got to me.
Getting to Islay and locking all the guns and kit in a cell at the Port Ellen Police Station took a while but lets just say the subsequent hospitality was legendary.
In the morning we chucked the dogs back in the Land Rover and headed for the ferry to the mainland where a proper dog van would meet us. We couldn't leave the dogs in the Land Rover so we took over a room on the boat and all 4 handlers and dogs crashed out. Surprisingly enough we were not disturbed by the other passengers.
I got home around 1900 that day having left home around 0700 the day before, only to get a phone call from the Islay Sergeant asking where his Land Rover
was......"
