What follows is the truth.
 
Many years ago,I was present for the the last atomic test carried out by the British.
I was blown over by an atomic explosion (Not many people can say that and lived!) Not forgetting the flying coconuts!.
 
 I was stationed (RAF)on "Xmas" Island in the South Pacific during Exercise Grapple. The explosion knocked down the Education section (Wooden structure) including some of the communications equipment in my section.  
I have raked sand to make it look pretty for a visiting High Ranking Officer.  
Fished for Sharks with a home made hook (made from an old brass hinge) and telephone cable. (no luck though). :'(
 
This is just a taster. I was wondering if any of you folks have a tale to tell...Happy or sad...perhaps funny.
 
Give it a go. or is this the only post!!!!!!
 
Keith to some bigglesk to others

Those were the days sleepy! :'( When I was there, there was NO Fall Out from the blast so we were safe! There was "Fall Out" from the previous test.
 
Ere you go. Another one:-
 
Here is one at my expense
 
Whilst stationed in Berlin, I was invited to a Sports Club’s 100th anniversary. (I ostensibly spoke German!) Doing my duty, I danced with the rather portly chairman’s wife. However, I kept treading on her feet and apologised accordingly in German.
 
 
The dance finished and I went back to join my friends (at the bar of course!) They were all laughing their heads off. “What’s up” I said? Adam my American friend said: “I heard you apologising to the Chairman’s wife” “Do you know what you actually said to her” yes I replied, “I told her I had two big feet” Oh no! Adam replied: you said you had “two big “*******” (A certain colloquial expression for that part between the legs of our lady bosses!) It wasn’t “FEET” I had said. (Our German cousins will understand and have a laugh)
 
My German is good enough to drop myself in the S***