As the stn Rock sqn, we used to vist the hangar frequently (invariably at 0300) to have an official rummage around, check arcs, approach routes, entry points, likely enemy positions etc. God, the noise that thing generated ot 0640.. in fact, the inly time I ever heard a louder groan based on the noise that an aeroplane generated were the C5s and various helicopters that always seemed to be there in the mid 80s, in connection with Libya and the Achilli Lauro. But of course, Delta Force was never there and if they had been, they certainly wouldn't have tried to swap kit with the likes of me.
Interesting to read the tale of the crash - although before my time there, we did have someone on the sqn who was caught up in it during his previous tour. He got blown into a dustbin and damaged his back. Olive Harvest piss ups were pretty good and made a nice change, B52s and Depthcharge cocktails are remembered with much affection still and I have loads of shots take in the club - lots of dodgy haircuts and loud Limassol shirts. The women were pretty hideous though.
In fact, on one occasion, we weren't invited to the 4th July do, so we held a rival one at the Pen Club and branded it as a VC night. We turned NBC suits inside out, ripped up some bamboo lie lows and made them into conical VC hats, flip flops, tin AK47s and of course.. lots of Anglias brandy. Things went sour when we held a swallow diving competition into that big bush from the old PS bar roof and sustained an injury. We used to welcome the OH lot into the block whenever possible and they bought some great booze stashes. All in all, great lads.
If they had existed of course. Perhaps I just imagined the entire 4 years.