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	<title>Comments on: IAN GEDDES &#8211; OFFICER, GENTLEMAN AND EDUCATOR (1921 &#8211; 2007) &#8230;</title>
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		<title>By: Robert L Martin (Bob)</title>
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		<dc:creator>Robert L Martin (Bob)</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Tue, 29 Nov 2011 00:05:26 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>It brought back some fond memories of Brig Geddes just reading his history.I served at JSW as a conscripted soldier and rose to the dizzying rank of Private acting Corporal temporary Sergeant. My greatest memory was the time we had a bucks night for one of the National Servicees. We had gone out on the town and he had a few too many drinks.As part of the celebrations we had affixed a ball and chain on his ankle.Unfortunately he was wearing his army clothes and had to go to work the next day with said ball still attached.Brig Geddes heard about this and with a glint in his eye called a dress parade. Here we were all lined up with the poor fellow, ball in hand, at the end of the line. By the time Brig Geddes had reached half way down the line everyone was laughing hysterically and some were crying with laughter. To his credit Brig Geddes kept a stiff upper lip until he reached the poor man. As he reached him he shook his hand, congratulated him on his engagement,and marched off back to his office. Vale Brigadier.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>It brought back some fond memories of Brig Geddes just reading his history.I served at JSW as a conscripted soldier and rose to the dizzying rank of Private acting Corporal temporary Sergeant. My greatest memory was the time we had a bucks night for one of the National Servicees. We had gone out on the town and he had a few too many drinks.As part of the celebrations we had affixed a ball and chain on his ankle.Unfortunately he was wearing his army clothes and had to go to work the next day with said ball still attached.Brig Geddes heard about this and with a glint in his eye called a dress parade. Here we were all lined up with the poor fellow, ball in hand, at the end of the line. By the time Brig Geddes had reached half way down the line everyone was laughing hysterically and some were crying with laughter. To his credit Brig Geddes kept a stiff upper lip until he reached the poor man. As he reached him he shook his hand, congratulated him on his engagement,and marched off back to his office. Vale Brigadier.</p>
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