Pat King
BEagle... Your comment reminds me of the time at Brawdy when a number of us went to the Druidstone (the only place we could get a beer on a Sunday). We drank until the early hours watching the 40 knot fog roll in. A certain officer with the initials PK stated that he had his IRT the next morning, but the weather would be dog sh*t. As we returned to Brawdy up the hill we broke into bright sunshine. To his credit, that senior office did well on his IRT despite being just a little over the limit. I promised to report him to the I of FS, but then I remembered!