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By LongJohn, in honour of 145 Commando Battery RA (Maiwand) It started, as these things do, with two officers talking ***** over a brew — one Commando, one Gunner, each convinced his lads were the fittest, fastest, and least likely to die of embarrassment. A bet was struck. A handshake sealed it. And before we knew it, we were staring at a 105 light gun like it had personally insulted us. “Right lads,” someone said, “we’re dragging her across the Isle of Skye.” A silence followed — the kind where everyone wonders who to blame first. But off we went, ropes over shoulders, boots slipping on wet rock, the gun bouncing behind us like a stubborn dog that didn’t want its walk. 45 Commando Mortar Troop set off beside us, all swagger and protein shakes, giving it the big licks about “proper infantry fitness.” We answered with the usual: a few choice words, a laugh, and the quiet confidence of men who know that artillerymen don’t get tired — we just get louder. Up hills, through bogs, across streams cold enough to make a grown man reconsider life, we hauled that gun like it was the crown jewels. And somewhere near the finish, when the Marines started looking a bit less invincible, someone shouted, “Come on lads — do it for Maiwand!” And we did. We crossed the line first, soaked, knackered, and grinning like idiots. The Marines took it well — to be fair, they had no choice. A bet’s a bet, and a Gunner victory is a thing of beauty. That night, over pints, we raised a glass to the 105, to the lads, and to the simple truth that’s held since 1880: Never underestimate Maiwanders. Not on a battlefield. Not on a mountain. And definitely not on the Isle of Skye.
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Feb 8
Feb 8, 2026 at 7:19 AM UTC
The Day We Dragged a Gun Across Skye
By LongJohn, in honour of 145 Commando Battery RA (Maiwand) It started, as these things do, with two officers talking ***** over a brew — one Commando, one Gunner, each convinced his lads were the fittest, fastest, and least likely to die of embarrassment. A bet was struck. A handshake sealed it. And before we knew it, we were staring at a 105 light gun like it had personally insulted us. “Right lads,” someone said, “we’re dragging her across the Isle of Skye.” A silence followed — the kind where everyone wonders who to blame first. But off we went, ropes over shoulders, boots slipping on wet rock, the gun bouncing behind us like a stubborn dog that didn’t want its walk. 45 Commando Mortar Troop set off beside us, all swagger and protein shakes, giving it the big licks about “proper infantry fitness.” We answered with the usual: a few choice words, a laugh, and the quiet confidence of men who know that artillerymen don’t get tired — we just get louder. Up hills, through bogs, across streams cold enough to make a grown man reconsider life, we hauled that gun like it was the crown jewels. And somewhere near the finish, when the Marines started looking a bit less invincible, someone shouted, “Come on lads — do it for Maiwand!” And we did. We crossed the line first, soaked, knackered, and grinning like idiots. The Marines took it well — to be fair, they had no choice. A bet’s a bet, and a Gunner victory is a thing of beauty. That night, over pints, we raised a glass to the 105, to the lads, and to the simple truth that’s held since 1880: Never underestimate Maiwanders. Not on a battlefield. Not on a mountain. And definitely not on the Isle of Skye.
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what is life??? Life without a music is just like death without a witness! but again what is life?Is it the journey of destiny or ain't it funny to be ha- ppy go lucky?I don't wanna  be like a trigger-happy, what is life for those who care but lose it? no feeling of pride, fellowship, loyalty, lack of enthusiasm, devotion and honor! " no man is an island " according to John Donne. but for me-WE ARE ONE is what I ah really want to EMPHASIZE!!! "we can not talk peace and have a gun" says by FM
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Dec 6, 2015
Dec 6, 2015 at 10:59 AM UTC
esprit de corps *'