And the thought of one possible result of mast bumping, i.e. chopping off one's own tail, is not a pleasant one.
Never been lucky in a heli myself but I once suffered the ignomy of my crewman telling me what the female passenger had just done for him while I flew back to base at 10,000 feet over the jungle to keep us all cool. Obviously not cool enough, the Swine! And there was I, thinking the intercom was quiet because they'd all gone to sleep
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