chinita
Well-Known Member
So that means that in your chosen career you either made it to the very top or consider yourself a failure. Eager to know what it was you did before retirement...I had to check your profile to make sure we didn't have Sir Richard Branson in the house...
Late Entry army officers or their RAF equivalent, Branch Officers, are recruited from the Enlisted ranks, and are people who may have already served 20+ years in the ranks. Often they made it to Warrant Officer (i.e. the highest non-commissioned rank you can achieve) before applying for their Commission. More often than not these people are in their late 30's or early 40's and as a consequence Major/Squadron Leader is likely to be the highest rank they can realistically achieve due to the relatively short time remaining until formal retirement age. Moreover, many 'cap badges' do not allow LE officers to progress above Major (such as the Royal Signals) unless they transfer to the 'regular' stream.
People also leave the Service as a Major, Squadron Leader or Lieutenant Commander in their mid-to-late 30's having joined the military straight from university, moving on to make full careers afterwards. What, then has a person's rank on exiting the Service got to do with their ability to lead, let alone skipper a yacht?
Sigh.
One thing I have learned incidentally; no-one is 'only' anything...
Andy
+1
As one of those failed Majors I regularly used to sail on our Regimental yacht. Skippered by a corporal, myself and a serving Brigadier as watch leaders and a motley bunch of wives/girlfriends as crew.
The boat was basic with six berths - but we always used to bump up the numbers to eight to cut costs. Justification being that at least two will be on watch!
A couple of years ago I took my big steel boat back to UK from Portugal. My only crew was my cousin, an ex Staff Sergeant, mountain leadership and jungle warfare instructor. Fit as a butcher's dog. He was seasick for the entire trip. He stood every watch, surviving on dry bread, water and cigarettes.
We passed Ushant and screamed along channel in Northerly F9.
Jumping on to the pontoon at Lymington he lit up, sniffed the wind and said 'Well, it wasn't too bad was it?'.
I can't think of anybody else I would rather ship with.