Reminds me of a time when I was a newbie carrier pilot in a single seat attack squadron. We had returned to the USS Independence for the landing and there was a delay. I really had to pee. Around the ship it was mandatory to fly 'tight' (close) to look good around the other squadrons. ('Better die than look bad'...an old honored Navy Air tradition) So there I was, trying to fly really close and had to pee even more urgently. In desperation I pulled out the relief tube juggling the stick, throttle and the tube while maintaining my position and examining this all but unknown device. Despite all the hours and hours of training no one had ever explained operation of the relief tube! (or maybe I slept through that part?) Yielding to my primal urges I unzipped my suit and torso harness and let go, all while maintaining position and avoiding spillage. Halfway through filling the conical containing I wondered "what if it overflows?".........Luckily I finished up with the golden fluid just below the rim. Whew!

"Your signal charlie, Wolf-Hunters." (descend to the break for landing.) "Okay smart boy what's going to happen when my aircraft traps going from 130 mph to zero in a few hundred feet? The gents who service the Scooter are gong to be pissed not to mention my getting a urine-related nickname for the rest of my career from my squadron mates. Good grief! How do I empty this damned thing? I looked for a switch, a button, a valve, anything. Down to 600' into the break, make it nice and tight..look good ...oh SH__! Then I noticed a tiny silver protuberance on the rim. In desperation I pushed it down.......SWOOOOSH..out it went! After that the subsequent landing was unremarkable, my experience a secret until after I retired.

Rich