Flew one in the Falklands in '82.

Psycho Smithers and I were on patrol over Goose Green soon after the Belgrano went down. Psycho was spazt**tted off his nipple tassels on a cocktail of roofies and Special K. He was so done in he fell out, straight out the door into no man's land.

A large group of earnest bearded Zimbabwean twitchers found him living in some gorse in 1989. He was curled up like a little puppy and surrounded by a colony of adoring penguins.

Posted By: Old Git, Jun 13, 09:41:53