aaahh story time.
When we were headed to the gas huts in Borden, on our BMQ our merciful instructors decided to make it easy on us, and give us some tips. The predominant one was, drink lots of milk and it will neutralize the gas, therefore keepig your food down. I didnt believe this for a minute, and decided to just take it as it came. Several others on the course took my route, others blindly listened to the staff and drank so much milk from the fountains at the mess for breakfast, they felt bloated.
It was my turn to go in the hut, which is seperated into 2 rooms. The inside room is filled with gas, the 1st isnt, but they open the door. We walked in, and lloked at eachother, nothing. Within a few seconds, i felt a funny feeling in the back of my throat and my eyes began to water (but nothing like what we had been told). me and my friend stood there, and waited to see what it really felt like, then continued to do our drills. Little did i know, he wasnt feeling all that great (one of the guys that drank far too much milk). He was doing a good job of hiding his discomfort, I put on my mask, did the straps..yelled gas gas gas and looked to my friend. Byt his time, he felt it was time to give in and do the same.
NOW, he mixed up his drills, and rather put on his mask..do the straps..check his seal..etc. He decided to yell gas gas gas WHILE fumbling for his mask in his carrier.
He got the first gas out, the second was obscured and gurgled and the 3rd was a simple gulp noise as he projected a nice gallon of cheese across the room. The WO grabbed the slobbering, spitting fellow and threw him out the door, only to continue his yakking in the grass.
Note to all, when your course staff seems like they're being helpful, dont buy in... ;D