Back to Eddy Town

As summer draws to a close, I must go back to Edmonton for the second last time before I leave. I gotta go to some predeployment paperwork and some training which, well to be honest I knew and said we'd be doing, even though my wonderful leadership told us that we wouldn't have to do it. It's the kind of training that's important to possibly save one's life. Just another example of the stellar leadership at the helm of ESU. Two tops to ESU!

For future reference, in case I use Two Tops to explain something, I will let you know what it means.

You see with all the excellent training we have had in Edmonton and all the mind boggling things that kept happening while partaking in this roller coaster of military genius, it all culminated into one lunch break. We were at the mess eating and a couple of us had gotten burgers. When we sat down and started eating them we realized that the burgers were just bleeding and to add to that incompetence my burger had not just a top and bottom of the bun, but it had Two Tops. They could not even get the bun right!

So basically, it was decided by a few of the boys that from this point forward anything which is right out of it, will be call Two Tops. Hell, we even got another unit saying "Two Tops" as well.

The funniest part however, some of the butt kissers in the wonderful organisation of ESU that I am part of started saying it, but they think it is something good.

Anyways that’s enough of a rant for now.

TWO TOPS!