Whats wrong with A340-600s in full up pax fit and bollox to the tactical cargo, unless.... you like flying 30% longer, sitting sideways, 6 inches of leg room between you and a bomb with no where to take a dump whilst eating crappo sandwiches out of the dreaded white lunch box. Oh, the joys of being sprayed with OJ when you inserted that blunt straw into the teeniest carton of drink known to man in a vaguely pressurised cabin.
I remember once getting airborne from Leeming with an aircraft full of live rockets to deploy to the gulf. To make sure we started off feeling like crap, we had all just had injections in every available extremity. They were so good for you that they all had code words. (Sorry, apart from one, though that sounded like a code word too - Anthrax) 7 hours to Cyp, staring at a bunch of winders, sat in a parartroopers seat did wonders for morale and ensured that we were all fighting fit on arrival.....not! The good news was yet to come, 2 hours on the ground at the terminal and then another interminable slog to Dhahran. 10 hours in bed and off on CAP.
Whilst we are at it, why did they individually cling film wrap, bite size, finger sandwiches in fast jet lunch boxes? Did they think your hands shrunk if you'd flown above mach one?
Cerberus
