When launching over the pond to sunny California for essential training for small groups of highly dangerous people accompanied by the Falcs intent on getting as many lifts per day as possible we did try to provide hot meals for the jumpers. There were always some hangers on from other agencies including one army para colonel who was a royal pain in the a***e and interfered with every programme. After feeding the troops he came up to the flight deck to enquire why his meal was taking so long. The helpful Loadie said, rather than tell him to f off and eat his AH box, that he had a spare L13 I believe ( A lamb vindaloo) to hush him up. It will dull his taste buds so he won't know that I've rimmed his tea cup.
I was always courteous to Loadies after that. It still didn't stop T**s but that's another story.
