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Trevor Hesse Unit 161 Independent ROCON Flight September 1966 to September 1967.

Well, that went all right for the next couple of days, then I was back cleaning the toilets, which had a flap at the back of them, and you'd throw range fuel in them, then you'd throw a match in them, and boof, and then throw in lime. That would burn all the gases, and wouldn't explode if you did it straight away. Anyway, this particular day, I'd thrown it down the officers flap and I got called away, and I forgot all about it.

I'm wandering back past, later that afternoon, and I thought, shit, I haven't fired the officers toilet. So I threw a match in, and she went kaboom. The Major, he was sitting in the shit house, wasn't he, came out with his pants on fire, screaming at me, and I said, " I didn't know there was anyone in there, and anyway, if you want a shithouse cleaner, get a proper one". Screaming and shouting he said, "just go away, get out of my sight, go away".

I've got a lot of stories like that, I was always getting into trouble. But, it was never my fault of course! The fun bits were only about five percent, the rest was tedium, terror, heat, filth, discomfort and shear bloody loneliness.