Those of us at Gutersloh were pretty sure that we wouldn't see the end of the first day unless we managed to disperse. I often wondered how long the Harrier force could continue from their field sites, probably one or two moves at the most. Regardless, the 'threat' didn't really spoil the party atmosphere.
Quite some time later I was also part of that gentlemen's drinking club otherwise known as AMF(L); another sacrificial lamb.