The course was set, the facemask blacked out, and the lights turned off. Training time!
Our lieutenants set up a training "maze" and the drill was set "things have turned bad, the fire is out of control, find your way out of the building.
Antarctica may be the coldest continent, but it sure was hot crawling around the engine bay, working your way through tight caps, loose wires, tunnels and roof frames!
(spot my nickname - kiwi - on the back of my helmet)
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