Don't start me on the memories there, bushy - it seems like just a few short years ago when I was ordered to undertake a suicide mission from Townsville to Horn Island for an overnighter at the Gateway - and return.
The buffet was dodgy, and even a gutful of
VB couldn't dampen the atomic reaction brewing inside me the next morning.
It was only my invincibility training and the superior airframe at my disposal, less than 40 years old and capable of completing over 50% of planned tasking without a major U/S, that got me through unscathed.
It's hard to talk about even now.