Imagine the scene though - heat of battle, confusion, smoke, noise, and though the dust, debris and tracer comes a Blue Circle concrete mixer truck with yer typical, fag-smoking, truck driver leaning out the cab window - "' 'scuse me mate, I'm yer close air support. Where d'ya want it, eh? Come on squire, ain't got all day y'know, got two more fire-fights to do before me lunch!"