Scariest moment?…pull up a sand bag!
I had just taken off from the Fearless and heading south, low level, when four argentinian jets came over the ridge and headed straight for me. In that brief moment when ones life is supposed to flash etc. all I could think about was why the hell they would want to shoot down little old me and my gazelle. Then they were past, dumped their load around the Fearless and buggered off to the west. I went back to the flight LS for a change of underwear!
Roofus, Did you exceed the slopping ground limits for the aircraft!
