Engineer's Corner
 

Gentlemen, it's obvious many of you are connoisseurs and inclined towards the higher aspirations of human endeavour, namely, the arts, Shakespeare, and all things Engineering. Well, my fellow cognoscente, I propose that until such time as a more fitting venue for our intellectual pursuit, we inhabit TAC HQ. A, shall we say, Engineer's Corner, a place for the quiet and dignified study of our vocation where we will be above the din of the baser pursuits. What say you all?

CHIMO! Derek.

Why Jif...
I didn't know you cared..
Yes..I'm back from the sunny south..
68-85 F the whole 10 days I was in Georgia...Why it is 20 below zero here this morning has to be Jif's doing..I didn't cause it..it was here when I got back...
I was having MLU attacks..
I went daily to the public library for internet access..I chose not to take one of the two lap tops my daughter offered..but soon found out that the library did not allow access to MLU because...

Forbidden, this page is categorized as Forum/Bulletin Boards.
Forbidden, this page is categorized as Weapons. ..

So I complained but couldn't sway them.
anyway...here is a true "Engineering tale"..
Back in '75 when we closed Moosonee Radar base,I was a newly appointed warrant officer of the Refrigeration mechanical section ,responsible for the care and maintenance of the long range radar mechanical systems..
The last day was March 31/'75...
It was the Canadian crews responsibility to disassemble and lower all the radar antennae and arrays and lower them to the grown where the US Air Force crew packaged the equipment into special crates for shipping...
This process took about a week and the removal of the radomes and packing and shipping and clean up took the better part of a month..
With the Messes bouncing every night and the consumption of spirits in all forms at an all time record high,which is saying something for an isolated Radar base,one incidence certainly stood out above all others to impress our American colleagues..
My very good buddy ,and "winger" was a plumber ,about my age and a Sgt at the time..
He was a huge guy about 6'3'' and 250 pounds and all muscle,not unkindly to say ,some may have been between his ears,at times ,especially when soaked in the demon rum...which we(He) consumed with great abandon..anyway it was a cold and stormy night and we were well on our way when our plumbing buddy got called out to a plugged toilet ..from the mess where we were having fun with the US guys ..and trying to trade gear like their parkas,which by April most of us were out of but this crew was from Alabama and April in Moosonee is not like it is in Alabama and they wore their parkas even in the heat ot the day which was probably 15-17C...a shirt sleeve day for us..
Anyway about an hour later our buddy comes back to the mess ,having completed his duty of unplugging his toilet and still wearing his coveralls with his little short plunger stuck in his leg pocket ,much like a gun slinger would wear his six gun,our hero strides up to the bar and we don't pay too much attention until we hear a hugh crash!!!!..WE ALL TURN TO LOOK AND HERE IS OUR HERO ,HAVING DRAWN HIS TRUSTY PLUNGER, BROUGHT THE BUTT END DOWN WITH FORCE ON THE BAR ,getting the bar tenders and every one elses undivided attention..
"FILL'ER UP WITH RUM!!!!"..says he as he indicated the upturned cup of his trusty plunger..
which the bartender did and our buddy took a big swig and came over to where where we were were sitting ...He began to offer a drink to all of us from his loving cup ,and we Canadians ,having seen this performance from our hero before would pass with..."I don't drink rum at the best of times..or some such nonsense..but our US friends were aghast and some physically sick at the sight ..and the idea of being offered to drink from a plunger..??
Our friend thought nothing of it..and is still alive as far as I know..
As for our American friends..I'm sure some of those young lads don't drink to this day..and quite sure that we Canadians are all insane and live in the bush..
And drink rum out of plungers...well some of us do...
What's strange about that..??

:support:remember :drunk:

Tales from the Mess
 

Great story Alex, thoroughly loved how it brought back many good memories of nights spent in the mess. And not-so-good memories of mornings after especially when we were duty Engineer! Americans to this day are still amazed at Canadians' ability to quaff mass quantities of beer and spirits. Derek.

Derek..
True story and I'm sure that you would have been right in there swinging with the best of us that night..
As a side note,that particular radar set was shipped to Iran and was reset back up on the Irania*n -Russia*n border when the Shah was in power...
I see now that they have a blue smiley face for us Air Force types..
Not many of us left..that joined up in the old RCAF...when they were needing us..not feeding us..

:support:remember :drunk:

You bastards ain't gonna give up, are ye?? :doh:

Perhaps to the Engineer's motto "Ubique" one might add "adde parvum parvo magnus acervus" :teach:

My dear, misguided sir.... you seem to have forgotten abyssus abyssum invocat... :nono:

For my two penn'orth

Could it be said that Engineers contributed to:-

Ad augusta per angusta

But there again, are there any on the Forums who are Paucis verbis

Paul.

I see I'm not the only one who has read Duma Key. :cheers:

Quite ironically, no.... I just like to colour outside the lines from time to time... :D

Materiam superabat opus.

Mihi ignosce. Cum homine de cane debeo congredi.

R.
(Its whispered that soon, if we all call the tune, then the piper will lead us to reason.)

And a new day will dawn for those who stand long and the forests will echo with laughter....

:sheep:

Timely words, R, and Jefe, as it appears they will be touring again soon.

Calm down dear.

Don't be alarmed by the bustle in your hedgerow, it's only a spring-clean for the May Queen.

Back in a mo, just noticed some rings of smoke in the trees.

R.

Quite so.

With all this talk of the Eng Forum at Mr. Ball, Winnington, Geoff Mk.1* I would have thought there were two paths he could go by, but in the long run there's still time to change the road he's on.

Perhaps we should all be calling the EngFor tune more stridently rather than whispering to achieve the reason; but I wouldn't want to make his head humming and it wont go.

No matter, I sure he'll listen very hard and the tune will come at last.

Hang on, got to pop out and speak to the rubber-neckers standing under my tree having a smoke.

R.