Everyone knows that in the wake of a wild-eyed loony shouting, 'British officer coming through!' there is a smart, lean, worldly-wise individual called a SNCO.
Only made in the British Isles, they are quietly and efficiently responsible for smoothing over diplomatic gaffes and ensuring the fixing of furniture broken by aforementioned wild-eyed loony.
I should bloody well know. They looked after me for 18 years. Without them, I would have been incapable of putting my flying suit on the right way round. Let alone find the entrance to the helicopter I was supposed to fly.
"This looks a little dicey Sergeant. The number 5 iron please."
"I think the GPMG is better suited to this situation sir."
"Righty ho. You carry on. I haven't done the course, dontcha know."
"Er, yes sir"
Gentlemen, I thank and salute you.