Always thought the name was O'Dowd, Never actually saw it in writing, only heard of it by word of mouth. Could there have been two? Good to learn he a showed a little compassion later in life.
"Mr Paddy" left a bitter taste in my mouth and also a lot of fellow recruits.
It is important to realize the National Serviceman was not there by choice. However we knuckled down and accepted the situation. We were raw recruits, not much older than boy soldiers.
Naturally mistakes were made during the learning process. it is not as if it was intentional and a pat on the head now and again would have not have been remiss. There were Instructors who realized this and without exception were held in high regard. Whichever approach Instructors took to get us there, constructive or waving a rod of iron, little by little we were changed into soldiers. All credit to each and every one of them. We gained a fierce Esprit de Corps from the experience.
My name is John Everitt. The Rubber guts thing was the name I used to register on the site believing it would be a password. It was humorously bestowed upon me by my son at an early age.
Would I like to be known as "Kiwi?" Thank you but no! I have resided here for almost forty five years now, I don't think I will ever be accepted here as any other than a "Pommie Bastard."
The boss takes great delight in informing people of that when they inquire of her where I came from.
Probably already has a headstone inscribed with it.
Whatever the military situation. Ranks will always swell or decline. The Catering Corps by any other name will always be a mainstay. What other calling is known by whether it's product is conceived to be good or revolting based solely on how mum used to make it?