We could hear something moving around in the dark

This guy was an accident waiting to happen

You were never given any information and you never asked

We're a very tight knit crew

I look back now and think, how on earth could I have done it?

They’d post men with guns on the door to stop us leaving.

That night was the first time I went home and cried.

You didn’t have a sweaty smell, you had a feul-ly smelly.

And I walked away from the chinook. And that was it. I hold that quite dear in my heart.

It’s almost like a friend, because it’s always there and it’s always beating deep into your soul and you can’t get away from it.

He walked in, handed over the door and walked off.

Water, fresh produce, everything we take for granted, The World Food Programme were taking to small villages who had nothing.