At the top of the post is a pink tank and the following story will help to demonstrate my rules… or lack thereof!
Many moons ago, at military post called Mount Pleasant in the Falkland Islands, two young airmen had a bit too much to drink; I might point out that it was Christmas time and they were far away from home. Somehow, these two chaps got it into their heads that the tank which was parked up in front of them would look better in pink, “to brighten the place up a bit, for Christmas!” they chortled.
Where did the paint come from? Who knows? But about thirty minutes later there she stood, a work of art, by beer goggle standards! The airmen were so happy with their work that they even signed it… Oh dear!
The next morning the airmen were awoken rather abruptly from their slumbers and frog marched to the squadron leader’s office. At the end of the riot act, which was read out very loudly by a purple-faced officer who had steam coming out of his ears, the airmen were asked if they had anything to say…
“Well Sir, we both have very good records for being exemplary airmen, we share the base with the navy and the army. Does it seem conceivable that we would not only be dumb enough to paint the tank outside of your office, but then to sign our names on in it…?”
The squadron leader agreed that it was a particularly stupid thing to do and therefore it must have been one of the other services attempting to bring the “exemplary airmen” into disrepute. We saluted the officer with a hearty smile and exited as quickly as possible.
That day and for the whole of Christmas the unit were laughing and morale was up! The Squadron leader even took the tank in for a professional makeover, which wasn’t quite the same.
I share this tale as a reminder that yes, I could have just obeyed the rules and plodded on miserably. However, there were no rules about painting the tank pink, so I guess now and again you have to make up your own rules if you want to find the fun in your life.
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