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They say never ask a woman for directions. In my case this is certainly true if you ask me for directions you are likely to end up a 100 miles from you destination in the wrong direction.

What is also true if you give me directions its a very good idea to follow me and make sure I get going in the right direction. My unit mates and I have a good laugh about this as unless I got a gps in front of me if I haven't been somewhere before I'm likely to go to the wrong place, and even then its still rather iffy.

You're probably wondering why I'm bringing this up. Well I have a confession to make I accidently kidnapped our President Slua along with my Commander Warbhoy and took them with me to my hideout in Bulgaria occupied Cork.



They're both sitting here glaring at me and threatening a court martial unless I get a radio message out for someone to come get them. They don't trust me to get them back for some odd reason. May have to do with the fact that Dave and Liam are trying to fix the helicopter we got here with, which could take a while if they ever do, they both said they have never worked on a helicopter before.

The only problem is my mechanics decided to use my radio at the hideout for spares to try fix the one in my aircraft. You can imagine how that went.

So how did this happen?

Well I went to HQ for a debriefing on what was happening in my neck of the woods in occupied Cork. The mechanics took one look at my aircraft and said they needed to fix it.

By the time I had finished with the debriefing and had a meal and spent some time with friends, a few hours later they still hadn't finished. Muttered something about a week and it was the worst condition they have ever seen an aircraft in. (I was quite hurt by this remark actually as it could still fly and get me back home no problem, hell I've fought with aircraft in worse condition.)

So the head mechanic (a new guy) gave me directions to our helipad and said to take the one on the left and then made the mistake of saying "You got that right?" I nodded and moved off in that direction with my stuff.

Of course when I got there, there were 2 helicopters and I stood there trying to remember which I was supposed to take. And of course my brain remembered him saying something about right. So that was the one I took.

How was I to know that my commander was having a confidential talk with our president in that helicopter.

I climbed in did my checks got permission to take off and headed off under the radar back to my hideout.

They didn't notice for quite a while probably thought someone was warming up the engines in readiness for the president's trip back to his bunker.

But finally one looked out the window and noticed the land flying past them and realised we were in the air. I am a good flyer and fly close to the ground every time I have to avoid radar.

So there I was happily flying along listening to some music on my ipod when I felt this hand on my shoulder and a loud voice in my ear demanding to know where we were going. Of course I got a fright and pulled back on the stick thereby placing us directly on the radar of a Bulgarian anti aircraft base.

I took evasive action but we still got hit. Managed to get the helicopter to my hideout before crashing.



But if anyone sees this message:





Cat Sith
Irish Airman