Every time we went on that bl**dy aircraft career, RO5. Culminating in 4 months living underneath that ramp weird navy rules and taking a month to find out that the deck plates lifted up to stow your bags and finding the out of date beer the stokers had left for us as a joke (it still got drunk)
Watching fisheads mouth along to the words of cruel sea "another cup of cocca" Argh.. no wonder someone was stealing the bolts out of the main radar mounting 4 months of very cramped conditions were you couldn't turn over in your bunk because your shoulders would hit the bunk above...
Desert even Basra wasn't to bad and I can't think of any that I hated like that boat.