meny stories have to start somewhere

During meny year's in the R.A.F. as a chef/cook. I saw some thing's that doubled my over with mirth.Like my mate Adam's in R.A.F.Cosford boy entrance training course.We went on a fire weapons course on the bren gun. Now Adams was only 4foot nothing and as he loosed off 25 rounds of ammo, the bren gun was dragging him across the rifle butt's. The drill sergent roared at him"where the f..k do you think your going Adam's, get back here with my bloody gun or ill stick it up where the sun don't shine and pull the trigger.Well it made me giggle.