It's Artillery Day today! The Limber Gunners will be firing this 25-pounder field gun at 11:30 am, 1:30 and 3 pm. Today only. #DOT17 pic.twitter.com/suAGOwIiKN
— Fort York (@fortyork) May 27, 2017
Nastiest person ever at CFB Cornwallis was a Master Bombardier. Still think about him on occasion, usually when I’m doing something extremely difficult and I’m too stubborn to get a better tool.
Hopefully they’ll knock some cars off the Gardiner when they let loose.
Man the condos have really taken over.
CFRS Cornwallis Recruit Course 7830. Paddy Doucette, a real tough PPCLI Newfie was our new mom & dad. His drill & turnout was amazing.
We frustrated the heck out of him. That man could throw a pace stick! After us, he gave up, got his Sgt’s and remustered to Firefighter.
I don’t believe THIS is what Trump meant by Canada paying their fair share of the NATO commitment. Wrong century.
On the other hand, one of the nicest people I ever met was a Pongo, so there’s that 🙂
A proven combat system currently in use in Iraq that can leverage effects on targets in quick succession and within a 360 degree radius, while multitasking in both direct and indirect fire modes with modular ammunition and attached ammunition systems for rapid resupply.
That’s a 25-pounder. Excellent weapon but hasn’t been used in combat since roughly Korea. Kenji is quite rightly referring to the M-777, the new 155 mm howitzer which the RCHA uses today and unloaded with outstanding effect against Johnnie Jihad in Afghanistan. Still not as awesome as my beloved ADATS and GDF-005s, but seeing as how we don’t have those anymore I’ve been living vicariously through the mud-gunners.
BTW, 26 May – yesterday – was Artillery Day for British and Canadian gunners. Ubique, all.
HMCS Cornwallis has broken a lot of would be sailors, I still remember Heart Break Hill…easy running down but a bugger running up… I hate group discipline theory…
Thanks for the defense, with the good defense armaments knowledge … and for giving me an excuse to look at the Janes catalog for the first time in years. And this Army recognition site.
http://www.armyrecognition.com/germany_german_army_light_heavy_weapons/oerlikon_35_mm_twin_cannon_gdf-001_gdf-003_gdf-005_gdf-007_technical_data_sheet_pictures_video.html
I lived that, Phillip. Going down was the easy part…up was nasty and then came the long run into camp.
No, thank you. Proud I did it, glad it’s part of my history. Not real fond of basic training. I was kinda late to the mind-set. I went through a 36 hour change parade, a re-course, multiple instances of ‘1 on 1 PT’ and I spent a lot of extra-time in the pool cause I suck at swimming. At one point in my basic, I wrote to my parents that I wished I was back at home working for McDonalds.
Basic training was my introduction to life.
I was a sub-optimal recruit, but I beat those sonza-bitches and made it and so it goes.
Love this place! I was out with 15th Field battery yesterday to Stanley Park Battery, Steveston and Point Gray batteries.!
Wow…Cornwallis. “PUSSER” Ville….yea I remember that well. 7203. Gold
Got there in January 0f 1972…30 mph winds – wet freeing cold air…and wearing the dumbest – most ugly uniforms the CAF could afford… First day: the haircut bay – picking up ones kit – the Fire hall after 9 million inoculations…
We had a Sergeant (Newfie), as Platoon Cmdr (training)….were marching somewhere on the base, had a flock of Seagulls just a screeching above us, made us Halt, he turns and bellows in a voice I can still hear….” Shut the F Up……….” Dead silence. We were awed. LOL.
For me the food was good, all the milk I could drink – that in itself was something.
Week 6 or 8 and we dumped our Pusser suits & got into our combat clothing (at least I think it was week 6..?)…nirvana. Some of the best – most comfortable clothing I have ever worn…and were issued our FN’s.
NBCW course: in a Class room on a bit of a hill…doing practice shots with spring loaded EPI. pens (saline), for atropine (anti nerve gas). 3 at a time go up to the front of the class – drop their pants and shoot the epi- pens into their butts. Same day, the women platoon goes marching by and their sergeant calls “Eyes Right”…LOL… 3 guys in plain sight standing with their pants around their ankles..same day, another guy shot into his hip bone too afraid to shoot into his butt….some serious comedy.!
Same course: Tear gas hut – had to go in…yell “GAS GAS GAS”, pull on gas mask – breathe out and then walk around…one guys puts mask on upside down…lol.
I remember parade drill: (At the halt – on the left – form Squad.!), the combat obstacle course, the night marches, the mile + half run (did that in 7min 15 secs)…came second in our platoon. I remember the Green n Gold and going to Digby….and one weekend after we were graduated, going to Wentworth, NS with little Newf and a guy from Saskatchewan as tall as a house..!! (It took him 12 weeks to get his Greens)….Skiing no less..
Our platoon Mantra was: HOLY Fk, Holy Fk, Holy Fk….
Still have my pic from our Squad….man we were young, but we were men…not little “safe space” pussys.
No regrets – ever. Good training – should be mandatory in my opinion.
Wow the memories in here!
15th field in Vancouver, went to Montreal to protect the Olympians, but were not used bullets.
Course 7803, last of the large intakes I believe with 120 of us. Was course senior for 2 weeks, one of which was 7th week when the green and gold club was available. Managed to keep the course together that weekend.
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Salute to our southern neighbours on their memorial day today
Cheers
Tom
Steakman, I was a course senior and I did the same thing instead gave an “Eyes Left” instead as we marched past the female barracks on our way to the gym.
I think I was the only course senior of our intake to March a platoon around the base without a MstrCorp parenting us, got some bad looks from other MCorps as I marched the platoon to either the gym, mess hall or to wherever like the field.
Excuse was my MC was too bored to do it!
Forgot how to give a right curve command and yelled out for A squad to start “turning a little”…heh was close enough.
I remember hugging the radiators in the bathroom because I was fighting a fever after getting those flu shots…then marching around full arms extended…didn’t want to go to sick bay as that meant recourse…
Good times, and agree it should be mandatory for kids out of high schoolroom do a year or two.
It tuned me in from a spoiled city kid to a team player.
Sorry, Montreal in 1976, were not issued bullets…
Dang iPad autocorrect