We had a new OC for our stint in the Falklands in 85, he was due to command rear party as he was about to retire but was badly fitted up as our "Warry" OC went sick. He commanded QRF coy at Kellys Garden and used to have the new PLCE kit as we had it on trial and we reckoned he carried nothing. Anyway, drill on deployment from wockas was to drop bergans in a line whilst the mortar section set up baseplates. One of Mortars moved the OC's pack and found it only contained a maggot and bivvy bag. We carred on with the QRF ex and on return to the mortar line to collect packs we all ran down and grabbed whilst running onto the ramps. OC who was a short fecker (lovely bloke though) ran as fast as his little LI legs would carry him, scooped up his bergan one handed and promptly went on his arrrsse as Mortars had filled it with FOB rocks. Laugh not much! Did he react? Not much he could do really. He was felled as if the pack was nailed to the floor.