In 1979, just out of Middle Wallop and on my first flying tour in Germany, myself, crewman and 2 Pax (Honourable Artillery Company) were carrying out a recce in the Mosel Valley. I totally ignored all that had been drummed into me about flying down valleys and flew down the middle of the valley above the Mosel River. I was distracted by the Pax and was looking away when my crewman shouted "Wires". I did the normal thing and hauled back on the cyclic to just about 90 degrees nose up when he shouted "Down", as I was apparently climbing into the wires. You can imagine the chaos inside the Gazelle going from 90 deg nose up to 90 deg nose down in a nano-second. We missed the wires and very sheepishly returned to the field location. I learned a lot from that incident.
Thankyou Tom for saving my life that day.