Well, if he did an impromptu "air show" and in the process lost an Alo, he must take what is coming his way. With rank comes responsibility.
In the “old times” I remember the Puma’s land with “ice, cheese, steaks, bread and butter etc” somewhere in a sh1thole to cater for the brass when there was a serious bit of shooting around. Me, I chowed the famous pongofood until I discovered how to distribute the offloading of the choppers.
Eishhh, those were the days