we had a happy hour at the spec mess this past thursday night to celebrate the end of ex night lion - actually the bilateral training with 4 royal australian regiment (commando) - but presumably "bilateral training with 4 rar(cdo)" doesn't sound professional enough (we're a world-class armed forces, remember?), so night lion it is!

high confidence course


in retrospect, it probably wasn't a good idea for the company to have bought 2 kegs.

cue night of drunken madness, including (but not limited to!):


kit exchange


nudity


tasty showers


the table game


chants of 'skoal! skoal! skoal!'


the army wants force projection? we'll give them force projection!



then there was also cultural exchange - the aussies start chanting "cheebye! cheebye! cheebye!" ( CAPT LOWE: and i know what 'cheebye' means, you mother fuckers! ) - when their commander set to make a speech, and we went "pussy! pussy! pussy!" when our oc did.

a great night - those guys really know how to party. if only it was more like that more often.