An amazing story of survival with or without maggots, bailing out over the jungle must be wonderful until you reach the trees. When I was 16 I did a stint working as a laborer for a Warrington based construction company to save up some money for college and met an old paratrooper who was working as a joiner, he still had a splinter of Malayan jungle hardwood embedded in his kneecap, he said it never bothered him.
On a side note is “Master Navigator” something that ordinary Navs aspire to become ?