On the top bunk,
Remember it well mate. I did my ankle trying to steal a rather large fire extinguisher from Lyneham just before departure, because Gary Nicholson wanted a 45kg BCF. It overran my ankles and tore the ligaments, or something medical. I ended up walking in a plaster cast for weeks. It seemed to me that any SF trip was out to damage my body. It was later to end my service career. I bet you had a good time with Pete though. Enjoy this one, on the way back from a JACIG in Kiev;
Smudge
