Or 'Slider', or 'the bloke with the spare link'.

diginagain.........
 

naughty, naughty...........:=

Dog attacks
 

Feb 84 Aughnacloy.

After the int folks crawled over the aircraft for a couple of hours looking at the damage, and realising there were 'entry holes' on both sides of the tail pylon (adjacent to the handhold), Jengo accused the pilot of backing into a hedge. Two days later said dog tried the same trick on a gazelle in the same location.

Amusing bit was the RN exchange officer who penned a quite amusing incident signal (for him) about the attack on the aircraft by an IRA-te dog!

WO2 Wayne Cuckson
 

This has featured in local and national media reports over the past few days.

]Abingdon grieves over death of soldier hero killed in motorcycle crash (From The Oxford Times)[/SIZE]

Don’t know his rank/unit on 19th March 1994, but he was the soldier who saved the life of an RUC officer that day when 655 Lynx ZD275 was destroyed on XMG hls after a Mk 15 came over the fence. A brave man. RIP.

ISTR they were called 'Doormen' at a certain German RAF base mid 80s. At least that is the term the Stn Cdr used during a Monday morning mass brief. :eek: Oh, how I laughed. :}

PS. I float around the province quite a lot now. If anyone wants a recent picture of past haunts, drop me a line.

When I started support helicopter flying the crew in the back were called crewmen because it was obvious that they were not Air Signallers any more. At the end of the sixties a new batch came along with 'LM' on their chest instead of 'S'. We still called them crewmen though there formal address was Loadmaster.

In over forty-six years of flying with a crew if ensuring the safety and security of my crew at all stages of flight made me a Pompous arse then so be it.

Fareastdriver....
 

Fair enough.........:ok:

'Course, to start with the 'crewman/loadmaster' was a cpl engineer who was, at least, some use if the a/c broke away from base - and cost a lot less!

A bit like Cpl/Sgt pilots then!:E

Oldbeefer.........
 

Dead right...but not only did I also mend it away from base (I didn't do engine changes of course!) but I did the AF, BF and T/R plus minor rectifications, as I am sure you did too but I also used to navigate it, keep control of what was happening in the back, abseiling, fast roping, ordinary roping, check and supervise the rigging of USLs, brief the troops, do Decca let downs and generally remain a good egg with good banter to make it an enjoyable experience...........oh! and order the in-flight rations! I could transmit a passable radio message, fly the helicopter if the single pilot had a heart attack (!) (Wessex, Puma and the (Chinook - with Auto pilot engaged), give performance figs for all, monitor the emergency drills, pre-take-offs, pre-landing checks, refuel using kelston, zenith or zwicky (?) pumps from barrels, tankers or out the back of a Herc all on NVG if necessary, I could be winch operator or winchman to rescue people and I could kill people if I wanted with the GPMG or the Mini Gun.
So all in all the crewman world has come on apace from your day - but I'm sure you did your best but how committed to the aircrew life were you really?
Most technicians/crewmen have told me they preferred the groundcrew option and eventually reverted back to their basic trade.

And open and close the doors.

.....and pass around the butty-boxes and squash.

....and rim the pilots flask and gob in his sandwich :p

You need to get an imagination... :E

....and you need to use yours!! :E

I did... Often... Depending on the person at the front... :}

and I was legally responsible for making sure that you did it correctly.

Far East Drivler

But I bet you never did, coffee in Buzzards hut at 'hands dirty time' was it.

As for the pi$$ing contest:

Highest mark on the wall goes to Dundiggin - cos he's the tallest.

Lowest mark on the wall goes to Plasic Cab Driver - as he is too portly to reach the tap so he just lets it run on to the floor.

A HUT???????and COFFEE??????

By God, you had it easy.

Xenolith, you clearly know me! Never been called portly before. Large, stout, and my favourite - "of non-athletic build", but never portly!