Cough, cough. Weeeeeeeeeeeeezzzzzzzzzzz. Cough cough.
The Dak was placarded in red, upon a nicotine stained background. The rain drain gutter under the DV panel was often filled to overflowing with nearly extinguished butts.
One ex Over the Hump in Burma fella, called for wheels on a tight base-leg, then with one hand, lit up, dragged until he'd got a loooooong red point glowing, then stub it out as the wheels peeped on. The other dog-ends usually scattered onto his lap.
This is in the days when CRM was dodging the captain's fist.
