Don’t worry about our chaps at Arnhem; it’s tea time!
It’s a magazine, not a clip!
But sir, the Lee Enfield is charged with a 5 round stripper clip. We only have one magazine each.
ARE YOU CALLING ME A LIAR, SON?! DROP AND GIVE ME 20!
ONE SIR! TWO SIR!
But would “it’s a clip, not a magazine” be funnier? I’ll be honest, I did think about it.
It’s not a clip, it’s a cocking piece!
No more “Brother Wars”!
Private Joker, let me see your war face!
I just heard R. Lee when reading that.
How can you not? Lou Gossett Jr. was very good but with all the drill sergeants in all the movies, R. Lee Ermey came along and defined the role, once and for all, for all time.
Case closed. End o’ storee.
Bull**it! You didn’t convince me! Let me see your real war face!
Coffee and bisquets! Now, Leftenant!
Or was it tea and crumpets?
Ishapore never made the No. 4.
Oddly enough, Pvt. Tedders went deaf long before seeing combat.
I say, old boy, what is your major malfunction?
Good Lord, Bootsy and Snudg haven’t changed in 50 years.
Shoot the drone! Shoot the drone! Shoot the drone!
Private Pile is right behind you and I can tell by his war face he is itching to use his bayonet.
Private, you get out there and get that rifle into the hands of an American, so some Nazis can be killed!!
Carry ON! UP the Kyhber! WithOUT a pass!
Get a move on boyō! Those krauts are going to kill themselves!
I gotta go with the classic from Gunny Hartman…
“What is your major malfunction, numbnuts!?”
Bloody Queen… if I have to put up with this loudmouth, at least they could have given me an M1 Garand. Wankers.
It’s not a no.1 mk 3, it’s a no.4 mk 2!!!! Now git!
My birthday was last month, Sarge, and all I got was this stinkin bayonet……………….
It is the hard heart that kills! Kill! Kill! Kill!
The object is not to die for your country, but to make the other poor bastard are die for his.
Get moving. We’re not playing Freeze Tag!
The First Doctor lies low as a RSM.
“Remember you MUST turn in your spent brass BEFORE getting new shells”.
“The Moslems have taken London, what are YOU going to do about?”
“MOVE THAT SHOULDER THING UP TO YOUR SHOULDER, SOLDIER”
“Let God ‘Save the Queen’ you go save YOUR family!”
This is my weapon, this is my gun….
The guy in the front of the photo reminds me of a young Robert Downy Jr.
“You stabbed me in me arse, ya bloomin’ sod!”
Changing of the gaurd. Old school.
Is there anything you’d rather be doing than marching up and down the square?
A Monty Python reference!
Dammit! You beat me to it!
When migrants from the Middle East show up, YOU GIVE UP!
“Damn it Ramsbottom, pick up the pace! I swear if every Brit was as hopeless as you, the enemy could just WALK over here and rape our women…”
Ya see private. It’s just like a girl. Just because you can put your hands on it doesn’t mean you know how to work it!
Before “don’t ask, don’t tell” policy the army was a much better place.
(Thought bubble) “Don’t jam this bayonet down the drill instructor’s throat… Don’t jam….”
PS TTAG. I just had a pop up ad that took over my web browser.
“I can tell You haven’t showered, Private. You’re kinda smelly!”
I just realized that the old British helmet covers just as much of the head as our newest version does. Interesting.
“What your mum may think , is of………. NO BLOODY IMPORT!!!!
Picture your mother-in-law!
“Yes, Private. I do know that it’s bigger on the inside than the outside!”
“I said, is that rifle registered private?”
RED ROVER RED ROVER SEND THE NEXT PRIVATE OVER!
They’re right there! On the left! Now there are two on the right! Way to go genius, if I were playing I could have gotten that guy.
SHUT UP AND LET ME PLAY BERNIE! It’s my game.
“step lively, maude frickert is right behind you!”
It’s a still from a classic British comedy, the private is a comedian called Bob Monkhouse and the bellowing sergeant is William Hartnell the first Dr. Who.
The rotund soldier on the left looks familiar, I didn’t know Oliver Hardy (from “Laurel and Hardy”) was “British”.
Quick! Som’bdy give the Sarnt the Heimlich maneuver!
Grenada Cut Rate School of Proctology.
I say, old boy! If you don’t get a move on those trousers, I’m afraid I’ll be forced to catawhop your mimbly buttahwhip, wot!
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