We've had 'thick squaddie', 'thick officer' and 'unseen celeb tits'. But have we had really fukcing cool dudes? You know, the "I was on the balcony, the guy on fire but I shot 4 of the basterds" type? And, ooops, if this has been done to death before, apologies! 1989, Hawley, JSSCD. We were on top of the hill and had finished practising our demo, runway/airfield repair. For the Nth time. Knock off, jump into (open) 4 tonner, drive down hill towards the Hard. An Harrier was just coming in to land on the lower sandy area, to the right of the track. Onto that tinny stuff, built by 10 Sqn. We stopped. We had Grandstand view, so to speak. The pilot timed it wrong, sucked up loads of FOD and crashed the 'plane just beside the landing pad. We stopped, awe inspired. How many days ROP's would he get? King Hell's Bells. Pilot jumps out, saunters up to our 4 tonner, bumms a lift and askes us where the nearest telphone booth is. One of us tells the pilot. One of us asks what happens next? "Well", says he, "I will tell the Squadron that I have crashed my 'plane, they will send up transport in time for me to get back to the Mess in time for G & T's (well, I would say that!) and that's all really. Oh yes, they'll send up a lowloader tomorrow to pick up the Harrier." We dropped off the pilot at a booth and never saw him again. Next morning a lowloader turned up and removed the Harrier. Well, I thought the guy was pretty cool.