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I'm Back

Discussion in 'General Motorcycling Discussion' started by EvN, Nov 1, 2004.

  1. Just returned from Camp Kapookie. What'd I miss?

  2. How was it mate at Camp Krustie, tough as you thought, did you have fun.

  3. Hey!!! Congratulations and nice to see you're still alive! Guess your a changed man now PTE Evn? :D

    What's your corps?
  4. Welcome back Evn . Not much has happened , altho Vic bought a new scooter .
  5. Welcome baaaaaaaack - r u a changed man???? :shock: :D
  6. I just did a search to find out what Camp Kapookie is and the only thing that Google gives me is this thread......*grumble*
  7. hahaha try typing in 'hell', then you'll find it matt :p
  8. Kamp Kapookie = Hell

    Not according to the last letter from my cousin...

    Dear Mum & Dad,

    I am well. Hope you are. Tell me big brothers Doug and Phil the
    Army is better than working on the farm - tell them to get into the Army
    quick before the jobs are all gone.

    I was a bit slow in settling down at first, because you don't get
    outta bed until 6am. I like sleeping in now, but all you do before brekky is
    make ya bed and shine your boots and clean your uniform. No cows to milk,
    no calves to feed, no feed to stack-nothing.

    Men must shave, but its not so bad, coz there’s hot water and a
    light to see what ya doing.

    Breakfast has cereal, fruit and eggs but there’s no kangaroo
    steaks or possum stew. You don't get fed again until noon, and by that time
    all the city boys are buggered because we've been on a 'route march'
    just like walking to the windmill in the back paddock.

    This will kill Doug and Phil with laughter. I keep getting medals
    for shooting - dunno why. The bullseye is as big as a bloody possum's head and

    it doesn't move and its not firing back at ya like the Johnsons did when our
    bull got their cow pregnant before the Easter Show. Alls ya gotta do is make
    yourself comfortable and hit the target - piece of cake. You don't
    even load your own cartridges - they comes in boxes and ya don't have to
    steady yourself against the rollbar of the roo shooting truck when you

    Then ya gotta wrestle with the city boys and I gotta be real
    careful coz they break easy - its not like fighting with Doug and Phil and
    Jack and Boori and Steve all at once like we do.

    Turns out I'm not a bad boxer either and it looks like I'm the
    best the platoon's got, and I've only been beaten by this guy from 5RAR -
    he's 6 foot 8 and 13 stone and I'm 5 foot six and seven stone, but I
    fought to the end.

    I can't complain about the Army - tell the boys to get in quick
    before word gets around how good it is.

    Your loving daughter,

  9. I think 'Sally' is living next door to me... lol :p