Well, my secondary school always recruited an ex Sergeant Major (in fact they had two - one a CSM)... it was the type of school that had its own rifle range. They were in charge of discpline.... I was bullied by 3 people when I was 16 and I got into a fight with them, put two down and had the other one in the corner (I played rugby for the school, and was doing circuit training and weight training - it was a bit dumb of them really). In walked Sergeant Major Nixon and shouted so loudly the windows nearly broke. He got each of us one by one into his room and took a note of our side of the story. When he figured out that I was just fighting back, he just shook my hand.
He even let me off when me and two friends painted a hammer and sickle on the schools tennis courts, and a peace sign in creosote on the headmasters lawn, the night before a General from the then British Army of the Rhine was due to fly in by helicopter and do a cadet corps inspection.... I admitted it was me and he just laughed... then said 'at least one of you lot has some balls'.
Great guy. He was once asked to give a talk to all 900+ members of the school by the headmaster, and proceeded to talk about his days as a coal miner with a tirade of expletives, with half the teachers giggling and the headmaster looking as if he was about to run away....
He even let me off when me and two friends painted a hammer and sickle on the schools tennis courts, and a peace sign in creosote on the headmasters lawn, the night before a General from the then British Army of the Rhine was due to fly in by helicopter and do a cadet corps inspection.... I admitted it was me and he just laughed... then said 'at least one of you lot has some balls'.
Great guy. He was once asked to give a talk to all 900+ members of the school by the headmaster, and proceeded to talk about his days as a coal miner with a tirade of expletives, with half the teachers giggling and the headmaster looking as if he was about to run away....
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