Forgot / failed to buckle up whilst practising anti-ambush drills in a Sea- King helicopter, banked over, door open and me hanging on for dear life to the seat, fully togged up, with my sergeant hollering blue-murder at me.
Live firing exercise in Sennybridge with a complete toŁŁer with a run away GPMG.
Listened to a girl friend when she said "It's ok, I have taken the pill"...9 months later....!
Got somewhat geographically embarrased for 2x days in the Cordiella Blanca (northern Peru) solo trekking.
Being presented with a knife wielding gang on a bus, after dark on the Mexican lawless side of the US border, and being rescued by a deaf-mute Mexican midget; seriously.
Countless stupid overtaking manouvers on the bike.
Saying "I love you" to a married woman.
Burning down a hay barn - aged 12 (?)
Competing against the outgoing Ghurka regiment in a hot-curry eating contest.
Mood: All that is necessary for the triumph of evil is that good men do nothing
In truth defusing a 2nd world war bomb in Germany. It was one of ours that we had dropped on the nearby airfield. They wouldn't let us blow it in situ cos of the collateral damage, and it was so unstable we didn't dare move it. Not a bundle of laughs that one, but when you take the Queens shilling you don't get much say in the matter.
Golly, what an interesting bunch we are!! For me, similar wave style antics to Dickieducati in france, windsurfing in a force 8 gale in Tarifa, wing walking on a biplane, and racing! we love it don't we!!
Mood: All that is necessary for the triumph of evil is that good men do nothing
Did see a guy get sucked into the intake of a running jet engine once, that was pretty exciting for him. Luckily the jet didn't like the taste and spat him out again breaking both his knee's.
Lots of my mates had call sign "Felix". They had some fun stories to tell, esp in NI and Cyprus.
Once decided that a short-cut across a RA shell impact area was the only way to make up lost time on a black-out night nav-ex. My platoon never did see the humour/ logic in it once they twigged to it! Lost one guy downstream as he stepped into a swollen river during a crossing and he disappeared from view. Close call - rather him than me! Shouldn't have been a such short arŁe!
Got hounded / shadowed out of Vietnam in '91 - now that was surreal - as I was carrying papers that I'd smuggled out of a "rebelling" monastery and they knew pretty much so.
Seeing a Vango Force Ten tent, with storm flaps, that not minutes before I'd been keeping dry within, get blown off the ridgeline right in front of me in the Brecon Beacons. With a guy inside still!
Did a runner from the plod when I was 18 co I had a slack chain. How sad. Went passed my mate in disbelief going the other way with panda car in tow. Me and my mate offshore circuit racing flipped it in final in Penzance him getting stuck underneath and me pulling him out thank god. Still my best buddy18yrs later. Raced in Guernsey powerboat festival as the smallest class and struggled to get over the start line as the start boat caused such a bowave it filled our boat up with water and ripped my fullface lid off my head int the back of the boat. We then had to bildge and race in force 7 with a 12 ft swell. We got the biggest trophys ever. It was scarey. Got married