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A relative gets to rappel down out of those hovering beasts into unknown situations - and he reckons it's the best job in the world!

The bigger question is just what are those facists going to wear for the team photo come September?

That's an easy one, AG - flannos, trackie dacks and bum cracks.

I used to rappel out of the old Iroquis back in the day.

Huge fun. ah to be 10 ft tall and bulletproof again...

You'll have to paint your cab in camouflage, Adrian! ;)

Harry, you must have some great tales from those days. Spotted three Blackhawks flying in-line down the Harbour yesterday afternoon. It's a strange sight over the City.

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