West Falkland (Cape Orford), 1983. Army chopper lands at Cara Cara radar to deliver Senior Officer for a visit. I am tasked with looking after the pilot and getting him some lunch.
I ask pilot (Army Major) for a trip up the coast. Lectured about how it isn't a a fairground ride blah blah blah.
Had lunch and Major asks if I have a spare cigarette as he left his in Stanley. Yes, say I, I have a store room with loads of them. Long story short, 200 Benson & Hedges and a drop of fuel (As a JO, was trained in refuelling due to our location) later, I am whizzing about at not a lot of feet for 20 minutes.
Also got 30 minutes in a Gazelle in exchange for some oranges.
Those were the days.
