Trying to figure out what it was that precipitated the comment, "don't stop flying now or we'll all bloody crash", as his hand waved all over the cabin, or massive punch on the shoulder followed by, 'you stupid moronic peasant what did you do that for?"
The next hardest by far was being ordered to get into that bar and clean the pooftas out, "so's a decent man (him) can have a drink." Anyone who knew Rundle Street in 1970's will relate.
This was after we had been at the aero club bar with Herby? Thwaites for a solid session drinking traffic lights. Thwaites was a DCA F/W examiner ex P40 jock from PNG etc, I think 75 sqdn.
I tell you me and another bloke going through at the time were not military, but by gees we marched double time everywhere. yessirreee.