Imagine how my oppos felt. Mind you, i found a neatly clingfilmed parcel of cack wedged in the bottom of my bergan once. Never found out who did that. What goes around comes around i suppose.
That's just gay.
There we were, B Coy, all cammed up, loaded up and wobbling along the passageway of some STUFT ship (MV Norland?) bergans scraping the light fittings and wallpaper off the walls when the shout went up to hurry up and wait.
So we all sat down and leaned back on our bergans, 5 minutes later boredom set in. The lad two in front of me leaned forward and unzipped the side pouch of the lads bergan infront of him, he pulled out the flask (we were in Norway) that got passed back hand to hand until it reached the lad who was sat infront of the heads. He wriggled out of his bergan, slipped into the heads, emptied the coffee and shat in the flask. Every member of the section had a flask and when you crack one everyone shares it, keeps the last flask to be cracked warmer for longer. Well when we finally got ashore and got around to the last wet stop you can guess who's flask it was, fuck, it was humour.