On a show-the-flag trip from Aden, along the beach, up into the Hadramaut, thence to Ataq, our little convoy was fired on by an angry chap with an ancient piece, partly concealed by a large boulder and halfway up a very steep, very high valley side, somewhere in a wadi in the Eastern Protectorate.
We unhooked a 25pdr, loaded and put a shell just in front of his rock. Firing over open sights at about 600 yards the shell's fuze barely had time to arm.
He leaped out, shouting imprecations at how unsporting this was, and ran up the hill, followed by a series of 25pdr shell bursts behind him, aimed to annoy but not to injure. It would have been very unsporting to actually hurt him, after all.
That same trip gave us the remarkable experience of watching our air support Venoms (or was it Hunters, or both?) flying past us along the beach, no higher than we were. Could they have been from Africa, somewhere?