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  • wendigo100
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  • Pondlife
    started a topic Survival Training

    Survival Training

    The SAS, the Parachute Regiment and the Metropolitan Police decide to go on
    a survival weekend together to see who comes out on top.

    After some basic exercises the trainer tells them that their next objective
    is to go down into the woods and catch a rabbit for their supper, returning
    with it ready to skin and cook.

    Night falls.

    First up - the SAS. They don infra-red goggles, drop to the ground and crawl
    into the woods in formation. Absolute silence for 5 minutes, followed by the
    unmistakable muffled "phut-phut" of their trademark silenced "double-tap".
    They emerge with a large rabbit shot cleanly between the eyes. "Excellent!"
    remarks the trainer.

    Next up - the Para's. They finish their cans of lager, smear themselves with
    camouflage cream, fix bayonets and charge down into the woods, screaming at
    the top of their lungs. For the next hour the woods ring with the sound of
    rifle and machine-gun fire, hand grenades, mortar bombs and blood curdling
    war cries. Eventually they emerge, carrying the charred remains of a rabbit.
    "A bit messy, but you achieved the aim; well done", says the trainer.

    Lastly, in go the coppers, walking slowly, hands behind backs whistling
    Dixon of Dock Green. For the next few hours, the silence is only broken by
    the occasional crackle of a walkie-talkie "Sierra Lima Whisky Tango Fanta
    One, suspect headed straight for you..." etc.

    After what seems an eternity, they emerge escorting a squirrel in handcuffs.

    "What the hell do you think you are doing?" asks the incredulous trainer,
    "Take this squirrel back and get me a rabbit like I asked you five hours
    ago!".

    So back they go. Minutes pass. Minutes turn to hours, night drags on and
    turns to day.

    The next morning, the trainer and the other teams are awakened by the
    police, holding the handcuffed squirrel, now covered in bruises, one eye
    nearly shut. "Are you taking the piss!!??" asks the now seriously irate
    trainer.

    The police team leader nudges the squirrel, who squeaks:

    "Alright, alright, I'm a ******' rabbit!"

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