look at this softcock would you, the only bloody section commander in the entire New Zealand army to carry his own radio. Bloody pampered is what you lot are.
Is that ape like creature back with independantly operating arms and legs with all the military bearing of a ham sandwich Harris the aledged medic? The standign order was that if I was wounded someone had to shoot Harris asap in order to preserve my life. (I had the radio so I was important.)