Harrier forward det to Tromso, Norway way up above the Arctic circle, Feb 1986. Snow blizzards. Harriers back home waiting for a decent forecast before setting off.
Det cdr to me: get out there and put out the dayglo markers for the vertical landing pad.
Me: But it's a raging blizzaed out there. We'll lose the markers before the jets get here.
Him: Me sqn ldr, you fg off. Do it.
So out I went into the blizzard, doing my best Titus Oates impression, in a temperature of -30C (with wind chill) and laid out the markers. Half an hour after completing my task, the jets cancelled and we all traipsed off into town on the pop. Next morning, same again - almost.
Him; Put the markers out.
Me: I already did, yesterday.
Him: I can't see them.
Me: Neither can I. I think they're buried under the snow.
Him: Go and dig them out.
So I went out with a shovel, and after a lot of guessing and digging I managed to retrieve the markers, all bar one set, which I didn't find until the snow melted over a fortnight later.
You know what they say: if you can't take a joke......