Originally Posted by
Fareastdriver
When I started my Air Force training in 1960 if there wasn't two pillars of smoke on the horizon by Monday lunchtime the week hadn't really got started.
Classic!!! I remember flying solo back to Wallop on my Army Pilots Course and seeing a gently steaming heap on the "Ponds" sloppy ground. A whistling chicken leg lying in repose with its blades neatly stacked in a line next to it. The pilot making the long walk back to the Line Office because no-one had noticed his whoopsie!
Ahhh those were the days.