G'morning again, Vern, 

 VH> Reminds me of what the Brits used to say about the Connaught Rangers --
 VH> if they could not take a position with the bayonet, they could be
 VH> relied upon to steal it, sandbag by sandbag. :-)

NZSAS normally draws its recruits from interested soldiers already 
serving with lesser units.  On this day,  RSM "Shocker" Shaw had 
the latest volunteers all lined up for the preliminary march-in 
session,  and barked out the customarily... 

"From the right, NUMBER !"

"Un!", "Two!", "T`ree!", "Four!",
"Fii-vvveeee..."

"AS YOU WERE!", screams the Skull, all aquiver...

Scrape..BOOM! Exquisite right-turn.

Bang-bang-bang-BANG/BANG gets him to the fifth man.

Scrape..BOOM! Superbly timed left-turn.

The RSM's eyeballs burns into those of the effete one.

"NAME!"

"Ces-cille, Regimental Sargeant Major", smiles the willowly one.

The RSM's optics glaze over in utter disbelief as he takes the 3 
deep breaths necessary to stop him terminating all this person's 
human rights in one choice, searing observation,

"CECIL!!!", light returns to the gimlet eye of the RSM, his 
knuckles taking a new grip on his swagger-stick.

"Do Ewe think Ewe could kill an aggressive, hairy, unwashed, seven 
foot high, rabid terrorist .... with your bare hands!?"

"Oooooh...", ecstasises Cecil under the frosty gaze.

"E-ven-tual-ly !"

:-)
 
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