In my dim and distant past i remember an E+E exercise when at 14 Sigs (When they were at the sharp end in Celle, '91 ) - never had such a f**king laugh in all my life; after fun and frolics at Langeleben we were thrown out of a truck (After being strip searched and redressed in some 60's army greens) and left to run wild in the the German countryside and given virtual carte blanche to beg/borrow/steal anything you needed to get from A to B without being caught by 2nd Anglian hunter teams - get caught and you were beasted/interogated to death with the able assistance of JSIO!! Remember dossing down in a Pub for the night (FREE FOOD AND BEER) - the German populace knew what was going on and loved it; sleeping in the open in sub artic conditions (or so it seemed); being amazed at what the runners had managed to conceal on their person (Owwwwch); watching scouse Wh**ton getting captured and waving to him from a farmers window with butty and coffee in hand from 50M away (Soz mate - you snooze, i win!) and best of all, tripping an ambush at night (blacker than a witches t*t) - unknown to our team there was another team coming in at the other end of the kill zone - ran off during the melee leaving the poor t*ats in the other team to deal with a huge can of hurt while trying not to sh*t my pants and split my sides (You can do both!) laughing at Gr**t P*c*ck who insisted on bouncing off every tree in Northern Germany . Post Ex everyone looked like the wild men of Borneo having not shaved or washed for over a week and losing a fair bit of weight in the process. Hard work but one of the best Ex's i ever did . . . Anyone else remember this one or any others that come close . . .