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Titus Aducas
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Wildenrath Mally was the first stop on a Friday night after leaving the WOC bar, well it was on the way back to the block !!, memories of the night 92 disbanded with the 19 guys all singing "Wheres your Squadron Gone ??", I also remember attending a German Remembrance Parade in 91 and all the Germans coming back to the Mally and failing miserably on pints. Lightweights.
I was there when 19 Sdn was formed, we travelled from Laar in three toners, checked into transit which was bunk beds because of the accommodation shortage and went in search of a bar. We took the table on the left at the back of the room 92 took the right, I wish I could find someone to compare notes with as my memory of the next 2 1/2 years are hazy to sat the least.
I was one of the first FLeM's to go to Germany and to say we were looked on with suspicion by all the old single trade lineys would be an understatement, everyone knows life is a bit slacker at the pointy end and all these old, scruffy, hairy assed single trade guys were non to pleased at the prospect of being shoved back into rects. We were welded together by adversity and the mantra, "pick on one you pick on ten", was a battle call often heard ringing through the Mally.
Many of the drinking games and traditions were formed in those first 12 months while we were in that dreadful transit block and the Mally became our second home when we weren't sleeping, at work or in the first post.
The first one in always bought a crate and if you arrived and the crate was empty you bought the next one, It was 10D's for a crate. Birthdays bought a crate, failing to remove the lid bought a crate though you used to get three goes to start with as the edge of the tables were pretty chewed up. I remember walking in one night and the Sqdn tables had gone! There was an uproar until it was explained they were having new hardwood edges fitted on them in the carpenters shop. When they came back it was too easy to get the lids off so it was reduced to two goes instead of three.
The glasses had a deposit of 50 phgs, I remember one night when dear old Barry Roberts, (R.I.P.), took a glass which someone had honked into back to the bar to claim the deposit, the steward refused as it was full of spew so Barry yam singed it, he even managed to keep it down until we got outside when he honked the lot back up again. Just writing that is making me feel a bit green round the gills but it was typical of some of the things which were the norm during that crazy couple of years.