So, it seems the days are long gone when an RAF bivouac was an oasis of civilisation in a sea of pongo misery? Flush toilets, ice cold beer, fresh rations flown in daily...
Up in Grik our chopper detachments would get visits from Army Brasshats (in mufti) because it was the only place they could get a cold beer and a decent curry. We once had a Royal Marine crawl on his belly, through the mud and thorns to get into our beer tent for an evening's refreshment. We wouldn't let him in until he burned off all the leeches and took a shower.
...And WTF is an RSM doing within rock throwing distance of the RAF?
