Made rollie ups during a mortar attack and I shat myself in Now Zad, not due to hostilities but a jar of jalapeño peppers I had consumed the night before. Right, that's quite enough of my war effort. I tend not to talk about it, not because you weren't there man but because it's fucking boring and that's what reunions are for.
Carry on, Archer. Carry on, old chap. What what.