I was on exercise in Denmark and had been dispatched to another camp to dig latrines. I set off in my Muir Hill along a fairly narrow road and had to give way to a truck. I stopped behind a brand new Opel Manta and as I resumed my journey, pulling out normally to pass the parked Manta, the steering must have slipped into 4 wheel steer though the change handle hadn't moved which I didn't realise at first. Just past the car, I sensed something was wrong and looked back to check the backacter and saw it had swung out from the stowed position. I parked up and walked back to find out what had happened because I didn't hear anything wrong. Then I noticed the car owner had come out of his house and was looking at his car. Thankfully he spoke perfect English and I explained what I thought had happened. We went inside to exchange details and he was so laid back you wouldn't have thought I had just written off his pride and joy. Eventually, I made my way back to camp and had to fill out 5 copies of the accident report in full, no copies allowed. By the end I could have dug the latrines and returned to camp. Just one of several highlights of that exercise.
