One of the freakish things we were asked to handle was an audio-visual showing aircraft maintenance engineers how to service ejection seats during mid-term maintenance, since in a number of cases, people had set off the explosive charge and been seriously injured.
This, and the ordeal of translating every Russian aircraft's complete set of manuals into SGML traumatised me and has continued to haunt my nightmares.
I wish you wouldn't remind me of this, or of the fact that our space hero over-rode our objections and gave the contract for the air traffic control system to an amateur working at home on a PC on Windows, because they were both part of the fighter mafia. That was at a time when that airport was the only operating airport in that city.
Knowing this - I have shared only some trivial incidents here - what do you think it feels like to let the imagination explore the possibilities? Including the Col. Pandit possibilities?