I beat Garneau
In 1971 I was hired to be a weapons instructor for a Scottish Regiment
(Reservists). One very hot/humid day the Regiment was suppose to something
called "Parade the Colors" for Queen Elizabeth 11 and her Hubby. So there
are like 3 rows of teens and the Adult wing of the Regiment standing on a
parade square in FULL Scottish Dress (Combat Version). We wore the same Kit
on our backs we'd wear going into battle, complete with a FNC2 (a monster of
a rifle) & the Pipers wailing away to one side and during the inspection
segment, the Queen walks up and down the 3 rows inspecting the troops,
chatting with some lads etc. Well with the heat and over 100 pounds of
combat gear and standing at Attention for over an hour, being
dehydrated..some of the lads fainted. There oddly enuff is a PROPER way to
faint for a Kilted Scot....I missed that lesson though. Anyway, the thing
about how Scots don't wear undies and the Sporran is there to protect your
naughty bits etc., well just as the Queen came to were I was standing, down
I went and fell BACKWARDS, flat out. My Kilt NOT covering my naughty bits at
all and NO ONE is allowed to break rank to cover me. BTW UR supposed to
kneel on one knee and fall forwards.
Apparently the Queen noticed my naughty parts and her Hubby pointed and
noted out loud that (even IT was standing at attention) and everyone
chuckled.
I am only glad I was not wearing a Red Satin Thong and Garter-belt that day.
Oh Yeah....I was told later that we were supposed to wear underwear under
the kilt....I guess I missed that announcement.
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