Atheist wrote:No of course I have not served the CNG. I don't live in Cyprus.
If you are such a patriot why don't you come to Cyprus to serve? Apparently you wouldn't sacrifice your comforts, let alone your life, to serve Cyprus.
What you did in Australia sounds more like a paid job and nothing like risking your life in a war with an enemy 100 times bigger than you.
For me it’s very personal… I was a refugee once as a child and it’s NEVER gonna happen again!
There needed be so many refugees. If you were as brave as you claim you could have just stayed put, like the very few enclaved. But most Cypriots would not even give up their comforts, let alone their lives. Beyond that talk is cheap.
Would love to serve the CNG Atheist, but it's not exactly practical for me.
At one stage I made inquiries, but I don't intend on living in Cyprus ever i am afraid. A few years ago, if you had asked, I had every intention of living in Cyprus but now I really don't think so.
I would be dead keen to compare notes between the ADF and CNG though. The training was so hard core I initially had so many regrets. I remember my Bus which I got from Sydney Airport for the 2 hour ride to HMAS Creswell, We were all laughing, listening to Walkmans, and just generally being kids and immature pratts wearing Ray Bans because they were trendy and ripped jeans (big mistake that was).
When we got to gate, the arms went up as if we were entering a NAZI war camp. There were a bunch of Officers waiting for our arrival on the parade grounds.
The doors open, one gets on each bus there were 4 buses) and they started screaming at us and behaving like lunatics. They were friggin angry and making fun of us.
They were ripping our sunnies off our faces, throwing our Walkman's around. One actually listened to our music and was making fun of our taste in music just to ridicule us. they told us to fall in but we did not know how to fall in and they were man handling us. then they helped themselves to our luggage and started to open some, looking at our underwear and mocking. Everyone was shitting themselves. Then they issued our uniforms and we had 5 minutes to wear them and get back to the parade ground and "fall in" for more abuse.
We were seperated into 4 Divisions - not real Divisions. Reds, Blues, Greens and Yellows.
I was a Green - Phillip's Division. Competition between the Divisions was stiff - another story in its own.