Arthur gently vomiting onto a meat platter that he continued eating.
On HF deployment a Regt flt cdr dug his own trench which he lined with straw then slept in it. The Rocks used it as a latrine.
Orderly dog. A knock on the window, one of the troops asking for a cup of tea at 3am. Great night he said, got pissed, had a fu*k, had a fight. Didn't know you had car says I, no, I found it said he. Get out of here, take it back to where you 'found' it and don't come back here.
Tired and emotional cpl staggering through the gate at Wildenrath. The police wanted to lock him up. You can't do that, I'm the Duty Armourer.
Armament Assistant asked to use the iron, yes, but you can only use that much electricity - pointing to a level on the conduit, he reckoned that would be enough. He had to get ready as he was fighting Billy Two Rivers in Lincoln Corn Exchange.
Flt Cdr to Armament Assistant (another one) XXX give me a lift over to the bomb dump, at which the AA swept him off his feet in a fireman's lift.
It just ain't like that anymore.