People claiming to be ex Royal Marine/Para
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Back in the day a lot of people were saying this guy was a Walt.
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Colin_Wallace
Turns out he was involved in some very murky stuff.
I then found myself working with him in the airport business in the 80s after his release from prison. I found him a perfectly decent chap.
By a bizarre coincidence there were some links with my father who was also ex Intelligence Corps.
Walts seem completely harmless so I've never understood why they generate so much excitement and foaming at the mouth.
Walt hunters are the really weird ones - usually ex army payroll clerks from what I can see.
There was a Walt hunter on here who got mullered on Arrse when he went there on safari.
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Colin_Wallace
Turns out he was involved in some very murky stuff.
I then found myself working with him in the airport business in the 80s after his release from prison. I found him a perfectly decent chap.
By a bizarre coincidence there were some links with my father who was also ex Intelligence Corps.
Walts seem completely harmless so I've never understood why they generate so much excitement and foaming at the mouth.
Walt hunters are the really weird ones - usually ex army payroll clerks from what I can see.
There was a Walt hunter on here who got mullered on Arrse when he went there on safari.
wal 45 said:
You can tell a genuine Bootneck by challenging them to get fully dressed in womens clothing within a timelimit of 5 minutes of you placing the challenge.
A real Royal will be able to oblige willingly and have the requisite clothing "in stock".
Walt .. A real Bootneeck would already be wearing womens cloths ... A real Royal will be able to oblige willingly and have the requisite clothing "in stock".
A Swindon taxi driver once spent what seemed like an eternity telling me how he was in the SBS on the Falklands and was involved in the accidental fire fight with the SAS. He'd clearly put on a stone every year since and this was the early 2000s!
I used to play a bit of airsoft and was eventually put off by the overly serious types. Guys who were obsessed with getting every last detail of the kit worn by the SAS at teh Iranian embassy seige correct. Naturally arguing about it on the internet was key to this. The same sort of people seemed to think they were your commanding officer too.
I used to play a bit of airsoft and was eventually put off by the overly serious types. Guys who were obsessed with getting every last detail of the kit worn by the SAS at teh Iranian embassy seige correct. Naturally arguing about it on the internet was key to this. The same sort of people seemed to think they were your commanding officer too.
Leptons said:
In contrast to the thread title, I knew an SAS lad until January. In fact having known him most of my life I only found out what he did for a living after his death at the ripe old age of 34 (Cancer got him). Somewhat ironic given his job and the danger he faced on a day to day basis.
I knew he was good at what he did in the forces, he'd been in 15 years or so. I never clicked how good though. Little things like The fact his Facebook profile never showed his face and his name had been altered to a foreign equivalent should have given the game away but I never clicked.
Anyway I digress.
His funeral was something else and it was an honour to visit Stirling lines and the officers mess, even more of an honour to have known the chap.
The point is he told very very few people what he was up to and certainly not some d
head down the pub or on the Internet.
R.I.P Robbo x
22 SAS aren't based at Stirling Lines. They moved to their base at Credenhill many years ago.I knew he was good at what he did in the forces, he'd been in 15 years or so. I never clicked how good though. Little things like The fact his Facebook profile never showed his face and his name had been altered to a foreign equivalent should have given the game away but I never clicked.
Anyway I digress.
His funeral was something else and it was an honour to visit Stirling lines and the officers mess, even more of an honour to have known the chap.
The point is he told very very few people what he was up to and certainly not some d
head down the pub or on the Internet.R.I.P Robbo x
Fair point
Just never, ever heard any of them refer to Credenhill as 'Stirling Lines'.
And before all the queries start, I work with loads of SF and a ton of regulars even though I'm a civilian and have never donned a uniform in my life. Nothing remotely exotic about what I do.
I have fired an MG42 though, which makes me terribly brave.
Just never, ever heard any of them refer to Credenhill as 'Stirling Lines'.
And before all the queries start, I work with loads of SF and a ton of regulars even though I'm a civilian and have never donned a uniform in my life. Nothing remotely exotic about what I do.
I have fired an MG42 though, which makes me terribly brave.
A couple of years back I was in the pub with a few mates, wearing a hoodie with an RAF crest on the front, when a chap in his sixties came over and asked if I was in fact in the RAF. When I answered 'no', the fella got quite spectacularly cross, accusing me at some length of being a Walt. After he had finished, I suggested he direct his complaint more formally to the gift shop at Hendon air museum. Best £25 I ever spent (on clothing).
funkyrobot said:
Halmyre said:
I was in the SAS and so was my wife. I was third man on the balcony storming the Iranian embassy, and I once spent 30 days lying in a faeces-filled ditch in the 'Stan before taking out a Taliban warlord at 5000 metres with my Gieves & Hawkes 9mm rifle with Vivitar 10x50 scope. Got away by the skin of my teeth, 50 miles over the Hindu Kush with a 300lb pack in ten hours. Still do a bit of hush-hush work training Johnny Foreigner in special techniques, can't really talk about it. Boathouse is creosote not paint, BTW, trick question!.
Bullst.Gieves & Hawkes never manufactured a 9mm rifle. They used standard NARTO 7.4567895566.654567.7-4535 hollow beam chutney rounds.
And another one:
A good 10 years ago, my missus tells me her best mate is in bits because her longstanding, non-rent paying, live-in boyfriend has broken up with her. Turns out that he wasn't a journalist for a lifestyle magazine after all (which had apparently explained his frequent week-long absences abroad). This had just been a cover for the fact that he was actually in the SAS. He could no longer live with his duplicity, much less put her in danger now that she knew the truth, hence the split. My wife told me this with complete conviction. She still mentions it from time to time, but to this day it has been more that my life is worth to suggest that any detail of the story might be bullsh!t. I did once enquire whether her mate had ever sought to verify the original story via evidence of her ex's journalistic efforts, and that was enough to earn me an ear bashing on what bds men are. So now I just agree.
A good 10 years ago, my missus tells me her best mate is in bits because her longstanding, non-rent paying, live-in boyfriend has broken up with her. Turns out that he wasn't a journalist for a lifestyle magazine after all (which had apparently explained his frequent week-long absences abroad). This had just been a cover for the fact that he was actually in the SAS. He could no longer live with his duplicity, much less put her in danger now that she knew the truth, hence the split. My wife told me this with complete conviction. She still mentions it from time to time, but to this day it has been more that my life is worth to suggest that any detail of the story might be bullsh!t. I did once enquire whether her mate had ever sought to verify the original story via evidence of her ex's journalistic efforts, and that was enough to earn me an ear bashing on what b
ds men are. So now I just agree.
Halmyre said:
funkyrobot said:
Halmyre said:
I was in the SAS and so was my wife. I was third man on the balcony storming the Iranian embassy, and I once spent 30 days lying in a faeces-filled ditch in the 'Stan before taking out a Taliban warlord at 5000 metres with my Gieves & Hawkes 9mm rifle with Vivitar 10x50 scope. Got away by the skin of my teeth, 50 miles over the Hindu Kush with a 300lb pack in ten hours. Still do a bit of hush-hush work training Johnny Foreigner in special techniques, can't really talk about it. Boathouse is creosote not paint, BTW, trick question!.
Bullst.Gieves & Hawkes never manufactured a 9mm rifle. They used standard NARTO 7.4567895566.654567.7-4535 hollow beam chutney rounds.
What rounds were you packing?
I found the Deflated Unobtaniun Pizzle rounds to have a good punch, but the weight caused drop issues. In the end I went with the Custard Sonic Alloy Fsnizzle Lite Jam Packer. Best combination of weight and stopping power.
A mate of a mate does this astonishingly convincing patter about being one of a pair of consultant biscuit quality assessors. I think he even had some business cards printed up. I had a perfectly sane conversation with him one night about his real job, then wandered into a conversation the following night where he had taken on his biscuit persona. Utterly convincing.
Countdown said:
My uncle (ex-REME) serviced the Toyota Landcruisers used by the LRDG (predecessors to the SAS). He saw some awful things which he keeps telling us that he doesnt like to talk about.
The LRDG was disbanded in 1945, 6 years before the Landcruiser first appeared. Maybe Chevy 30cwt trucks? archie456 said:
Countdown said:
My uncle (ex-REME) serviced the Toyota Landcruisers used by the LRDG (predecessors to the SAS). He saw some awful things which he keeps telling us that he doesnt like to talk about.
The LRDG was disbanded in 1945, 6 years before the Landcruiser first appeared. Maybe Chevy 30cwt trucks? Gassing Station | The Lounge | Top of Page | What's New | My Stuff