With a little help from your Friends
It’s a bright, clear, early morning on a ‘Forward Airfield’. A small group of (freshly minted) T/A Troops who have just finished a stint as the Perimeter Guard ambles past an Alouette being readied for departure; on their way to the breakfast tent.
A cheery voice calls them “Can you give us a hand; we’ve got a problem with the battery.” They quickly respond and after a few minutes of “Push here; no don’t f****** push there” things are sorted out and we start to trundle along the taxiway. But today’s load is heavy and small low-pressure tyres are hard to push; so even the fittest of the helpers are quickly starting to tire. Just as they really start to puff (and the speed to drop off) a quick stab at the brakes dips the nose and a simultaneous flick of switches produces a well known (and for the assistors, very welcome) WOOOOOO from the Jet-pipe.
A few minutes later the troops are regaling their mates in the mess-tent with the story about how they push-started a chopper, while the A/C in question is disappearing over the skyline; rocking slightly, as if being controlled with some difficulty.