And of course, when I did eventually come out of that corkscrew [a dive made by the plane] and I had a look to see what happened and I’m sort of lying there half-dead. We carried coffee flasks as big as that [shows size], bigger than you ever see in civilian life [when not in the forces] and this coffee flask had sort of disentangled itself from where it was strapped in, with the force of G, the pull of gravity, and it had been flying about all over the place and of course it hit me on the leg and had burst! It might have been beforehand. It hit me on the leg. The blood I had felt was the coffee!
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