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| ROYAL AUSTRALIAN ARTILLERY |
| WHAT IS A GUNNER A Gunner Is Not Born, He Is Made Out of Leftovers!God Built The World And The Animals And Then Re-cycled The GarBage To Create This Weapon. He Took The Leftover Roar Of The Lion, The Howl Of The Dingo, The Clumsiness Of The Ox, The Stubbornness Of The Mule, The Slyness Of The Fox, The Wildness Of The Bull And The Pride Of The Peacock. Then Added The Fiflthy Evil Mind Of The Devil To Satisfy His Weird Sense Of Humour. A Gunner Evolved Into A Crude Combination Of Ned Kelly, Errol Flynn, Beau Brummell and Valentino- A Strutting Beer Swilling Love Making Liar! A Gunner Likes Girls, Rum, Beer, Fights, Pubs And Dirt. He Hates Officers, Parades, Number Ones And Grunts. A Gunner Comes In Three Colours, Green Dirty And Filthy-All Looking Alike Under A Tan And A Uniform. He Is Brave Drinking Beer. Abusive Playing Cards, Brutal Defending His Pride And Passionate Making Love. He Can Start A Brawl, Create A Disaster, Offend The Law. Go AWOL, Make You Lose Your Money, Your Temper And Your Mind. He Can Take Your Sister, Your Mother, Your Aunt And When Caught. Get His Seco To Vouch For His Integrity. A Gunner Is Loved By All Mothers, Sisters, Aunts And Nieces. Hated By All Fathers, Brothers, Uncles And Nephews. He Has A Girl In Every Town And A Town For Every Girl. He Breaks More Hearts, Causes More Fights And Begets More Bastards Than Any Other Man. Yet When He's Away He Is Missed And Wept Over More Than Any Other Man. A Gunner Is A Mean Hard Drinking Fast Running Mealy Mouthed Son Of A Bitch. But When Your In Strife He's A Strong Shoulder To Lean On. A Pillar Of Wisdom And A Defender Of Faith And A Cause. He Fights For His Mates And Dies For His Country. Without Question Or Hesitation THIS IS A GUNNER! |