Ah yes, I was doing things at the edge of Stanley airport in 1984 when two phantoms scrambled past me a few yards away using max re-heat on the way to intercept something which had intruded into FI air space. With a huge tongue of flame out of their arses, the noise was indescribable and, as you say, it made my breast bone resonate. Unforgettable.

The sound of a Chieftan starting up!

And also the sight of seeing phantoms landing using arrester hooks at stanley airfield.

Vulcan doing air display, late 80's at BZN
Ground,buildings and everyone watching vibrating in unison
Brilliant!

The silence of the desert at night.

Got to be the ominous sound of the clunk of a rear door of a warrior opening, knowing its going to be followed by a blast of roasting/freezing air and shouts of dismount left or right.

The clunking mixed in with the bang as a Challenger lets off a bit of 120.

The hissing noise the BV makes when it boils (comes with a certain smell too)

Landrover tyres again

Bagpipes in the distance, especially outside.

Rain drops on the bivvy, followed soon after by drips on the gonk bag. Instant wake up even in a smart modern waterproof tent.

Cicadas

that "Kching" noise an SLR makes as it ejects the empty case.

Captured very nicely here:
www.youtube.com/watch?...BE&index=6

RB211 (big)


Trent 700 (biggererer)

I believe they're roughly related to each other, anyway .

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The sound of running out of air at 25 metres in the Red Sea.

That's called Flapping Like A Tap Dancer's Fanny.

The oooomphhh.arrrrrghhh.oww,as a mess tin dresses the i can't help it my my mammy said i snored tIt in the new room across his swede .Then how he dropped into sweet slummber on the 3rd night with some fist to his schnorrers on the 5th day followed by a request to go home to mumsise on 2nd week.(but you never gave it a chance son).

My reserve valve (hired) stuck shut on me. I turned to my buddy, gave the OOA signal and he closed with me and we shared air to the surface. Fortunately we had just reached that depth and were only a few minutes into the dive, so no N2 loading to speak of.
I trained him. He did the biz when it was necessary and we had a few beers and a laugh about it in the bar later. Quite cool really. But that's forces training for you...
Got a free T shirt, a mumbled apology and free kit hire for the next two days. Tight barstards.

Good drills - surprised the next sound wasn't the Egyptian for "Aaaaaghh Fuck me you white twat cunt - that fucking hurt my ear; may Allah (PBUH) use your testicles as ear plugs on the next suicide run....."

I'm neraly there it's ok.....FiZZZZZZZZ,POLOPPPP,BANG.Keith climbing up a pylon to a Kestrels nest 1975 near Ferrybridge power sation.Never got to ask what it was like or a Kesys egg for that matter.

Going a bit OT here. But as you'll know, when you train hard it just all falls into place when the brown stuff hits the spinny thing. Very glad of that on the day.
Surprisingly easy it was too. Like doing it in the pool, (what would it have been like in the Channel in cold water and shiite viz though?) Who knows what might have happened.
I had no fears during the ascent 'cos we'd done it so many times in training. We used to share one valve between six in the pool, all waiting patiently for our turn as we sat in a circle on the bottom slowly whistling the air out. Great confidence building exercises. Then progressed to doing it with no masks, and blacked out masks...
That incident was when it all came together for me and I often used it as an example of situations outside your control that conspire to do you harm, which is where your training kicks in.
Haven't bubbled for over 10 years. I do miss it. Ah the joys of raising a family and being skint.

Dolphins in Gibraltar at 30 ish metres - on the SS Excellent. Great sound.

Is that the one seaward of the detatched mole?
Is it still collapsing and covered in nets?
Cracking dive if memory serves. Mind you that was back in 1980.
It's probably flat on the bottom by now.

Actually that reminds me of another evocative sound. The sound of the Caledonia McBrayne ferry from Oban passing almost overhead of us on its way to the Sound of Mull. We were well clear of it, but it was still a bit of a brown wetsuit job, it sounded a lot closer than it actually was...

IIRC - but don't remember nets being an issue. I do remember a sodding big lobster in it though.