Nah its wasn't to bad, in fact after the second day when some stupid tart managed to burn out the alternator on the coms wagon "the belt was making an awfull noise so I tightened it" and then killed the batteries and I butchered a 4 tonner to get things going again. OC "Young man is that authorised" BSM "yes sir by me" Got one of the plant fitters from the tankies to drop one off and a tool box inside an hour and had it fixed between fire missions. The SMIG stopped the bollocking for getting oil on the mission sheets.
After that I had access to the BSM's private store of Brown Ale, bastard though wouldn't let me have the rugby on the radio though. Missed one of the rare Scottish victorys over England at Twickenham.
I was excempt from that running round the gun bollocks. Did have a shot of being number three though when on the last day the special battery/thing turned up. Which earned me a burnt boot toe cap and another belt round the ear for trying to see how much flame I could get out the back of the gun by releasing the breech at the back of the recoil.
The burning of the charge bags with the BSM was top fun as well.
So in the end a not to bad exercise. The other lads who went to Otterburn came back with trench foot and a sense of humour crisis.