Cave Monkey said:
I have a friend who works down there as a civilian, he says it does not seem to have changed much in the last 10 years since we used to frequent the place as cadets.
As Dep has pointed out, They want physically fit, healthy, tough, obedient young ‘people’ at the end of basic training. If that means they have to break you and rebuild you, they will find a way to do it.
As long as your son is well mannered, polite, mentally strong, capable of lifting his own body weight and can run round the block he should be ok.
Two of the best things I have ever done in my life were the fire fighting and damage control courses at Raleigh, it made all the repetitive and mundane stuff worth while.
On a side note..
Dep, did you ever do the gun or log run ?
A small world - I didn't know you'd been there.
I remember the fire training school there - that was pretty cool.
Along the west side of the site there is a stream and an assault course that crosses and recrosses it - did that more times than I can remember - slowest team usually gets to go round again - and that will either kill you or make you fit.
We used to run from Fiscard main gate (opposite to Raleigh's) out towards Antony, round the back and along the road back to Torpoint and then back to Fiscard - four miles in all.
My one regret is not maintaining my level of fitness from then, back then I could do that and still have the capability to do it a second time - as we had to on occasions when we weren't fast enough.
On one exercise at Cardinham on the assault course there our team of four contained me and three people I really did not get on with at all (hence my previous comment about learning to get on with people - this is a lesson I learnt the hard way in the Navy hence my warning - smart-arses aren't liked - especially not gobby ones - like I was)
Anyway, as the smallest my job was to get to obstacle like walls first and stand there cupping my hands so that others could climb up me, and then reach down and pull me up.
One particular guy with whom I really did not get along with used to take the opportunity to gouge my face with his boots as he climbed up me - until one day as he did this I waited until he was standing on my shoulders before grabbing his ankles and tipping him over backwards onto the rocks below. I wasn't sorry then, and don't feel sorry now, he deserved it; but it is a huge contrast to the way we go caving as a proper team based on mutual trust and respect rather than a militarily enforced pecking order.
We did have a few field-gun teams and I had a go at running pulling the limber but it wasn't really my thing.
The log run wasn't really training as much as a punishment. A long length of telegraph pole with rope handles, after you and your group have run round the playing fields a few times with it you make damn sure that whatever it was you did wrong you damn well don't do it again!
I was in the navy during the Falklands war, we were used as general dogsbodies for loading and unloading the ships as they came and went - I was also in the band and played a few ships away when the task-force sailed, and whne they came back. The Argentine surrender was my 17th birthday, I remember it well as I spent much of the day hiding as I didn't want to get thrown in the static tanks (a birthday treat for all - big tanks of emergency water for firefighting - full of slime and algae)
Looking back on it I think I was too young, I was 16 in June'81 and in the Navy by that September. With the benefit of hindsight most of my problems were due to immaturity and not having a good enough understanding of the adult world, I had opinions and not enough sense to keep them to myself. I got into more fights in those 18 months than in the rest of my life put together including my school years.
I just manged to get out before my 18th birthday** at which point I would have signed on and committed myself to 22 years service with an optional 10 afterwards. I would have retired by now, probably as a Chief Petty Officer, artificers usually end up as PO or CPOs in charge of a technical section, in my case I was an air-electronics artificer and would likely have served my time on carriers.
My original plan as a kid was to go to university and enter as an officer, had I stuck to that I might have had a more successful carreer, but issues at home meant that I wanted to leave ASAP, and so as soon as I was 16 off I went.
**The armed forces will not let you sign on as a 'minor', I got out by deliberately failing key exams - AKA "working one's ticket". Made damn sure I passed the exams for my engineering diploma though.
If I had my life over again I probably wouldn't do that again, but all in all I gained from the experience, I learnt a great deal about myself, but far more about other people - ie that most of the people you will meet in life are arseholes - the real life skill is in seeking out that small percentage of people who aren't. Interestingly I also learnt that my greatest weakness in the Navy was my independance of thought - which paradoxically turned out to be my greatest strength in civilian life.
Interestingly I immediately tried to enlist in the RAF after I left the Navy, but when they found out why I left the Navy, thank god they told me to go away!