I like the one about the baby siggie at FY in the early 80's, who photocopied the whole exercise plan for the "comms trainer" one evening whilst on 'keys.' Our hero then proceeds to plaster the inside of the "trainer" with all the correct, word-perfect, staff written replies to all the exercise injects (radio calls etc.) once inside ready to commence said exercise. Only trouble was, he got out of sync and started giving the next-but-one answer, whereupon the Staff (might have been P*te L*ng*n,) threw the door to his cubicle open to reveal the cheating b*st*rd.
Same guy was overheard later in the Mess on the phone to his girl, confidently predicting that he wouldn't get chopped, as he was far too good... he was gone within the week...
