Yesss, I remember Toom Town and the 92 Battle Flight very well.
That German lunatic Matthias Rust has taken years off me. As he pootled his way towards the East German border and Red Square I was reclining in the Battle Flight en suite accommodation watching some "top shelf" publications from the NAAFI video shop whilst spooning in my trout & almond entree served in a hotlock, (life doesn't get much better). This idyll was destroyed by an almighty noise hitting the room like a freight train coming through the wall, I still can't explain it. A blur of then ensued, rather like the star ship Enterprise engaging warp speed. After what seemed like 3.2 seconds I found myself half naked stood outside the HAS with a handful of "noddy caps" watching, and feeling, the mighty Toom head Eastwards.
Almost immediately three Land Rover's screamed up the peri track from D dispersal. BENGO, JENGO, and SENGO alighted from their steeds and chorused "What the ^%&^$%'s happened?" At that point I suffered a complete vocabulary failure and relied instead on expletives to explain what had just happened.
Then there was the Jag shootdown.......but that's a different story!
