Pull up a Sandbag
Back in the 90s I joined the Territorial Army for a laugh and as a way to put me through University. The laugh was on me, as I hated my course and students I dropped out and joined the real world. Just in time for the 'draft'.
A request was sent out for volunteers to go on operational deployment to the Former Republic of Yugoslavia. So I was sent to Bosnia for a year.
My work consisted of paperwork and admin. And travelling around Sarajevo at high speed in a 2 vehicle convoy. As higher a speed as diesel landrovers could manage. One trip back from the airport to base sat in the back of the lead rover trying to keep ahead of the other one, flicking the Vs at each other, racing through sniper alley, talk turned to mooning.
I crouched in the back with trousers and pants bunched in my fists and asked for permission to moon.
With permission to moon granted I pulled down my pants.

Now if I'd actually been shot, my story might have been better for you the reader and for the poor unfortunate old couple in the battered Lada that choose exactly the wrong moment to pull in between our convoy.
( Weejock, Mon 5 Nov 2007, 10:12, Reply)