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- Joan Quibell
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- 29 April 2005
Gas training consisted of entering a large sealed "van" which contained CS gas. We did physical exercise with our respirators on, then were required to remove them for a few seconds, before the doors were opened.
On Friday afternoon last week,
A squad of "Ats" assembled
With faces looking rather bleak
Towards their doom they rambled.
With respirators khaki green,
Cosmetics, knives, forks, spoons unseen,
With helmets perched at back of head,
The girls to the forefront led.
"Left, right, left" yelled a lound strong voice
Which on other days made us rejoice,
"Down with the groans and less of the noise,
And try to remember your Army poise."
In the field the pathway ended,
Through blades of grass the squad marched splendid.
Then from the ranks, a poor girl staggered
Which shook the Sgt. Major haggard.
Into the bowels of mother earth,
She vanished and with hoots of mirth,
The serried ranks broke up and pondered
Two pairs of shoes that skywards wandered.
She's made of good stuff cos she came up smiling
Her head held high, her eyes beguiling,
As quick as a wink she had us in hand,
And quelled the mirth of the little AT band.
The band was split up into squads one and two
And all were prepared for the "Gas How d'ya do"
Up came Captain Berry all set to begin
Saying "Hurry up girls, it's time you were in."
Into the "chamber" we went, one, two, three,
"Please mind the step" said the Captain with glee,
Then with precision, he bolted the door,
Alas our escape existed no more.
But not content with all this palaver,
His flock in a ring he proceeded to gather,
He stood in our midst saying "Just you watch me"
And hence he proceeded to dish out PT.
When thoroughly exhausted and quite out of breath
It was "Down with your respirators and fear not the death".
And then like a Nelson he opened the door,
And in came the fresh air, prevailing once more.
Now, this is the end of this little rhyme,
The moral is "Everything ends well in time"
We'd done our gas training and survived it in style
Perhaps they'll now leave us in peace for a while.
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