I remember turning up at HQ STC in about mid-93, where the SWO had gone walkabout south of the equator for a few months. In his place was a cardboard cut out of the man positioned at the gate to remind everyone that even if he wasn't there in body, his presence could still be felt!
Whilst he was on that walkabout, during a morning melee at 12 Facility entrance as the light blue set off for their daily toil, that very same man challenged a young man wearing DPM, but no hat and no rank tabs, and bellowed at him "And what (insert banned expletive) rank are you today young man?" "Private, Sir" replied the young man from the Sherwood Forresters.