I assumed it was bc they were all Staff Sgts? At least the Brit/Aussie ones I saw while deployed were all that rank.And, as with the warders at detention barracks, they were addressed as Staff. "Yes, Staff, No, Staff, Sorry, Staff!"
I assumed it was bc they were all Staff Sgts? At least the Brit/Aussie ones I saw while deployed were all that rank.And, as with the warders at detention barracks, they were addressed as Staff. "Yes, Staff, No, Staff, Sorry, Staff!"
I have nothing but pain associated with my memories of PERIs...Just seeing the PERI acronym gives me the shivers with memories of those green adidas track pants and white t-shirts with the rank printed in the sleeves.![]()
Nope, they, like the MPs in the "digger," were Ptes and Cpls (a few Sgts and, now and again, a SSgt running something big), but they were addressed as "staff."I assumed it was bc they were all Staff Sgts? At least the Brit/Aussie ones I saw while deployed were all that rank.
I didnât get there till July. Mooney I knew.8309 I think. Course started on 14 March. My platoon MCpl was named MacNeil, Air Force. One PERI was Cpl Andy Mooney. Can't remember the Sgt's name. Damm, 38 years ago!
I always thought that âPERIâ meant âSadistic Francoâ...I have nothing but pain associated with my memories of PERIs...
Agreed. However, as a non-swimming Nova Scotia boy (and who wants to know how to swim in the Atlantic anyways, better to succumb to drowning quickly than hypothermia 5 minutes later) I struggled to pass the swim portion of basic. The routine was to jump of the diving board, tread water for two minutes, and the head to the side. For the first six weeks, each time I headed for the side (well under two minutes) a PERI would take a long white pole and push me back into the center of the pool, where I would continue to thrash. Never drowned, so I guess there was a method to their madness. Still can't swim worth shit.Nope, they, like the MPs in the "digger," were Ptes and Cpls (a few Sgts and, now and again, a SSgt running something big), but they were addressed as "staff."
Strangely enough, I don't recall them as "mean." They had a job to do ~ to get us fit to pass the various PT tests ~ and my memory says that most of them wanted us to succeed. I think (almost) all of us needed some help; I was good at rope climbing but I always had poor balance and I always just barely did the required number of chin-ups. I seem to recall the PTIs (what they were called before we called them PERIs) were helpful and patient as they showed me how to negotiate the balance beams and work, properly, on the parallel bars. But it was, always, run, Run, RUN and I lost count of the number of pushups after about 1,000 in the first week.
That's not just a saying, it's a philosophy to live by!Delegate and disappear.
Acronym: DNDDelegate and disappear
Delegate and disappear.
Try yelling
Move pers on and off the bus
Yell louder and use knife hands
Overstaff and under direct
Understaff and over direct
Steal other, more competent people
Blame your shortcomings on enemies within the unit
Delegate and disappear
Change moods frequently
If you don't know, if's not you
Lift with your troops and not your back
Withhold knowledge to increase your importance
Change plans frequently
That was my BLUF when briefing my CO on an equipment fault at one point; that worked for him and gave us a chuckle while we figured out how to safely get alongside.A young gunner on the range responding to my question about what the problem was with his GPMG: "The f*ckin' f*cker's f*cked, Sir".
Truly a man of few words.
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Franco instructor on an Anglo course a quarter century ago: You all think I know fuck nothing. But I know fuck all!
I'm pretty sure there's a quota system where at least one Franco instructor every course has to say it. Gotta keep the legend going.
I swear to God I heard a Franco instructor say the same thing!