Scott Jones

And then some sergeant just came and was like, two asses, Private Jones.

And I went up there and he's like –

Your fucking core transfer came in to be a fucking pogue.

What the fuck are you doing?

I'm like, oh, yeah, yeah, like someone recommended it's a good role and he was just absolutely spraying me and all the corporals were standing there like looking at me like, you fucking pathetic cunt.

You're a fucking disgrace.

And I was just like, yep, I just copped it.

I just stood there.

He's like, so you go on Monday, you go to Melbourne and you learn an Indonesian for some reason.

I was like, all right, mate.

No worries.

Like, let's go.

Years later, I think about 2018, 19, I saw that same sergeant at range control with a green beret sticking out of my pocket and my sleeves rolled up with a mullet.

I gave him a little head nod.

Okay, sergeant, remember me?

Oh, that's cute.

I'm a corporal.

Got a mullet.

But yeah, so it went down to Melbourne.

And to be a bear, to be an EW operator, to get onto IETs, you had to pass a year-long Indonesian course.