You were FITTED to your rifle in the line-up at the QM, collected the rifle, a sling, oiler, pullthrough, breech cover and whatever else necessary.
The s/n of the Rifle went onto your basic issue sheet and then you SIGNED IT.
YOU were responsible for YOUR rifle.... which had been fitted to YOU...... and both you AND the NCOs knew what the number of that rifle was.
Didn't do you any good at all to lie about it. If a rifle was discovered to be in anything less than perfect condition, SOMEBODY was responsible. If the person to whom that rifle had been issued didn't 'fess up, the CSM instantly began measuring the registered issuee's anal sphincter for the correct boot size to be inserted.
Any necessary refitting of rifles would be undertaken after the Recruit's FIRST session on the range.
Regimental Armourer's stores would include a variety of butts with emphasis on the Normal, which fitted about 75% of men in most formations.
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BTW, this is my post Number 4001. I have zero chance of reclaiming my soul, but I want my GOATS!!!!! ALL of them!!!!!! (I know a place in Toronto where I can trade 4 goats for a cute, submissive young wife. Pretty good deal, even if I have to teach her English myself.) Notice to Admin: I NEED those GOATS!!!
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The s/n of the Rifle went onto your basic issue sheet and then you SIGNED IT.
YOU were responsible for YOUR rifle.... which had been fitted to YOU...... and both you AND the NCOs knew what the number of that rifle was.
Didn't do you any good at all to lie about it. If a rifle was discovered to be in anything less than perfect condition, SOMEBODY was responsible. If the person to whom that rifle had been issued didn't 'fess up, the CSM instantly began measuring the registered issuee's anal sphincter for the correct boot size to be inserted.
Any necessary refitting of rifles would be undertaken after the Recruit's FIRST session on the range.
Regimental Armourer's stores would include a variety of butts with emphasis on the Normal, which fitted about 75% of men in most formations.
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BTW, this is my post Number 4001. I have zero chance of reclaiming my soul, but I want my GOATS!!!!! ALL of them!!!!!! (I know a place in Toronto where I can trade 4 goats for a cute, submissive young wife. Pretty good deal, even if I have to teach her English myself.) Notice to Admin: I NEED those GOATS!!!
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. About the same time we had one of our old wartime privates turn out for his discharge wearing his WW2 issue battledress blouse which was fastened at the neck.






















