Scott Jones

So very fucking upper market, you know, Bridge Street, Circular Quay, in an office overlooking the Harbour Bridge doing financial stuff.

And so I went into that interview not knowing anything about the military like it was a corporate job interview.

And I crushed it.

But at the end, they were like, not once during this interview did you refer to me as sir.

Do you understand that I'm the commandant of this place?

And I was just like, oh, my apologies, sir.

I really want to be here and –

I'm willing to give it my all, blah, blah, blah.

And then he's just like, I want you to join the army as maybe a reservist or in the infantry so you can understand more about our culture and then come back.

And I was like, oh yeah, fuck yeah, sick.

I didn't realize at the time he's calling me a dumb cunt.

Like go be a grunt, you fucking dickhead.

You're not an officer.

So I went back to recruiting at Parramatta like, hey, I did really well down there, but he said I should be a rifleman.

And they're like,

Oh, well, you tested, you unlocked everything in your youth session that you could be like an engineer or whatever.

And they're like, you probably don't want to be a grunt.

I was like, no, I'll be a grunt.

Cause the commandant of the RMC, he told me to.

Turns out he's a peacetime boomer who served in the eighties and never seen a day of combat in his life.