How do you tell a captain, that's Flown the Hump in Burma, not to smoke on a DC3 flight deck? You wouldn't dare! Condensation collector trough filled with dog-ends and a fag lit while turning base at Ostend. Yes, turning base. Suck, suck suck suck - long glowing core of fire - stub stub stub - pat sparks on lap - flare - peep of tyres.
I can still smell the aroma of petrol, see the NO SMOKING placard and the collapse of the pile of previous dog-ends cascading out of the trough. Kuh! Tell the kids of today . . .