Some Navy bloke, on Op Grapple II, put up three polaroids of some bird with all sorts stuck up her sphincters..
He'd replace them from week to week, getting more & more gratuitous & pink looking each time.
Bumped into him in the Kiwi bar at DJ barracks, asked him about them, complementing him on decent bird-good looker she was, but also how gory, graphic and generally how much filth-ness quality they were....but how come you get so many, says I...?
He sips his bottle & spouts: "Me wife sends them to me, but only when her sister comes round to take the photos..................."
I was pulling meself for the next 3 & half months at the thought of that one.
the worst happens to you when you are 3 quarters the way through your tour and if you just happen to be single the pig board munters slowly start to look nice.... the start of the slippy slope then you write to one and then you get sucked in and before you know it you are meeting it on your post op tour leave. this happened to me still i took one for the team and still did the deed. now i am scarred for life.