This thread brings back so many happy memories of being a passenger in the 212 in Brunei in 1999.
Flying out over the tree canopy just after dawn with the mist settling in the dips of the valleys, sitting in the side seat with the door ajar was like the Vietnam movies and surprisingly emotional.
I was a young Lieutenant at the time and looking around at some of the older chaps with so much more experience was quite a humbling experience.
That was until over the slow beat of the blades came the shout of one of the lads - "Get Some, Get Some!"
A couple of weeks later, giving an O Group next to a knife edged HLS the Bell came in slowly and upset the trees.
A branch landed in the middle of us and we paid it no attention, until it slithered across the dirt model and blokes went tumbling down the slope at a great rate of knots to avoid the reptilian intruder.
Those were great days Bros.