Bandit that's just showing off now mate. I remember running up a beach, into the sand dunes, up an embankment and across a football pitch with a GPMG strapped across my chest during a night exercise, It nearly killed me! My Platoon reached cover as the paralumes went up. I was sort of exposed, Between panting and gasping for breath I was inventing swear words to regale my oppos with. I soon realised that the bigger chaps always got to carry the heavy gear.