Ah, the RAF Regiment
Once upon a time, when I was a baby faced TA Infanteer, I used to berate the Regiment. Laughing at the stories I had read on Arrse about them, thereby forming an opinion on them without having actually met one.
Fast forward a couple of years to Southern Afghanistan and I got to meet my first real life Rock. There he was, stood in the queue for Pizza Hut in Camp Bastion wearing scruffy desert trousers and a dusty green temperate DPM shirt. He was surrounded by plenty of people all dressed in clean deserts from head to toe, staring at him.
A Sergeant Major approaches him and enquires why he looks like a tramp and is in mixed dress. The young lad, bold as brass, points out he has just come back from a Tesseral (once round the immediate area of the airfield security patrol) and they wear green DPM because it's dark...(temperate DPM is good for the Green Zone, of which there is none of around Bastion and it actually makes you stand out even more at night as you are silhouetted against the light coloured moon dust in the desert).
By this point, the only audible sound in the NAAFI area is distant aircraft rumblings, generators whirring away and the clattering of pans coming from the Pizza Hut ISO container. Everyone is looking at the RAF Regiment Gunner and Sgt Maj.
The Sgt Maj by this point has his Brecon point well and truly zeroed in to the young lads chest and proceeds to point out that three quarters of the blokes sat down supping on ice cold Mountain Dews and inhaling pizza just to the left of the Rock were up to their balls in irrigation ditch on Op Moshtarak just a few hours previously, yet some how they had managed to square their weapons, kit and personal administration away before setting foot in the rather public, tri service, international NAAFI establishment.
The point I'm trying to make with this dit is that the RAF Regiment really don't help themselves out. At that particular point of the Herrick campaign lots of people had been to lots of places and done all sorts of funky stuff. There was a mutual respect and nobody used to dick swing in public about how tough their tour was, the game was played very well by 99% of the blokes when it came to dress regs because it made for an easier life. The only ones to cut their own were the RAF Regt, and thus cementing the opinion of many soldiers that the RAF Regt are a bunch of billy big timers and unprofessional.
Fast forward another couple of years and my career path has taken a dramatic change and I find myself working rather intimately with the RAF Regt in the Air Land Integration side of life. Clearly, I still carried my prejudices across from years of reading Arrse and the previous Pizza Hut event and was apprehensive about working with them, fearing I would be stuck with a load of knuckle draggers who spent their days finger blasting each other while regaling tales of daring do chatting up Danish chicks on the Boardwalk in KAF.
I spent two years, several exercises both domestic and abroad as well as tour of Helmand working with the RAF Regt daily. I can categorically confirm that the vast majority of blokes amongst their ranks are of almost identical mind set to your average soldier. Naturally, you will get your absolute belters, as you do in all walks of life, and I have been just as embarrassed by members of my own organisation when co located with RAF Regt, as I have when I see RAF Regt making themselves look like turbo throbbers in front of other units.
I'm proud to call many RAF Regt guys good friends now, and if anything the banter we have is exceptionally sharp due to the RAF/Army divide amongst us. We are all on the same side, and once people get over themselves and their balloon egos and prejudices then the joint environment is actually quite a nice place to work!
My favourite past time remains correcting RAF Regt whenever they mention "soldier" or "soldiering" that they are Airmen, gets a bite every time
To the OP, when deciding on whether the Army or the RAF is for you, have a look at the actual job spec. If you want to fire a chain gun out of a Warrior turret in support of a company assault on a village, then join the Army. If you want a higher chance of getting posted to Cyprus for example, then join the Raf Regt. Whatever choice you make, just give it 100% and keep an open mind, rather than being brain washed into thinking you are better than everyone else, because you're not, you're all human