I was in the NEAF MRT in mid 1970s, based at Troodos. In the lounge in our HQ we had carabiners attached to the front of the bar, so that we could clip ourselves on and lean back whilst quaffing our Keo and Charlie.
One exercise involved a detachment to Turkey for high(er) altitude training. One of our number who was selected to go, had recently been issued with new boots and was concerned that they might not be well enough broken-in. A week or so fter he had left we received a postcard which read "Boots okay, feet f@cked".
"Boots okay?" became a standard phrase at Troodos thereafter.
We spent most of our time rescuing skiiers who had got lost or injured and I well remember one trip to recover a Swedish UN soldier, who had ski'd at high speed into a tree and had done serious mischief to his wedding tackle...nasty.
When NEAF MRT was disbanded, the kit was put up for public auction but team members were not eligible to bid, so it all went to locals. At Troodos we kept up a volunteer group after disbandment and paid for our own gear.