My late stepfather was a National Service RAF dog handler. He was the only member of his training group to be allocated a bitch. At the end of the course, all the other handlers were given overseas postings but he wasn't as bitches were not allowed overseas. He was really envious as all his course mates were driven down to Abingdon to catch their transport flight to Cyprus. The rest is history.
There but for the grace of God go I.