A fine body of men and women, universally dedicated to making the Intelligence Corps seem more interesting than it actually is whilst simultaneously stabbing each other ruthlessly in the back in the interests of career progression.
For a fairly small Corps (though expanding all the time), the Intelligence Corps has a wide range of tasks, ranging from communications interception (done in conjunction with the The Royal Signals) to making sure that armouries have the right locks on them; to this add interrogation, losing work laptops containing personal collections of 'interesting porn', agent handling, surveillance, analysis and a whole host of other interesting tasks.
This should not suggest that the average Int Corps soldier doesn't spend the majority of his career glueing maps together and stirring staff officers' coffee with his knob, but there is plenty of variety.
Unfortunately, Project Ultra was so secret that it couldn't be revealed until the 1970s, and in the meantime, intelligence in the British Army went back to being a 'one man and his dog' operation, conducted by officers with asthma who wore glasses and never got promoted past Major; and soldiers who were so geeky they got bullied everywhere else.
In the post-Colonial skirmishes of the 1950s and 1960s, the role of the Intelligence Corps itself was often overlooked, in favour of the often self-publicised activities of the nascent SF. In the areas where the Intelligence Corps were active in delivering highly effective intelligence product, namely COMINT and IMINT, it tended to play second fiddle to the The Royal Signals and RAF.
The campaign in Northern Ireland probably should have led to a much bigger expansion for the Intelligence Corps than it did, due largely to the corps' appalling error in giving up responsibility for surveillance in hostile environments to DSF (the Corps retained the responsibility to provide training). On the other hand, the corps did achieve a reputation for collecting some effective, high level HUMINT and big timing in the Green Fly.
Then, at the end of the 1980s, the Cold War came to an end and everything changed. Saddam Hussein's adventures in the Middle East and the fragmentation of the Balkans highlighted the need for an organisation which could not only analyse intelligence, but collect it as well, and the Intelligence Corps has gone from strength to strength ever since.
Op HERRICK has seen the Intelligence Corps rehash the COIST (Company Operational Intelligence Support Team) concept which has been an effective recruiting tool, as well as adding some value to the wider Army.
The intelligence Corps is based in the stunningly beautiful Chicksands, Befordshire. Fortunately for other Cap Badges members of the Intelligence Corps can be found hiding in dark rooms wherever there is need for brave men and women capable of efficiently colouring in maps.
- The Green Slime
- Noddy's Commandos
A rampant pansy resting on its laurels
Interacting with anyone (less HUMINT types, who are terrible at interacting with others! Oh the irony).
Even Worse at:
Putting up Cam nets.
- Checking Fences
- Glueing maps together
- Colouring in maps
- Drawing lines on maps
- Putting stickers on maps
- Playing Solitaire on works computers
Even better at:
- Filling out 1771's
- Turning a short, simple brief into something long and boring
- Curing Insomnia
The 'casual labour' version is described at The TA Intelligence Corps.
The View from Outside
Intelligence is a job description - not a job requirement.
[Ever had Fish and Chips with a good premier cru Chablis? Thought not: it's sublime, and if you don't believe me, ask Rick Stein]