It was against vulnerable enemy aerodromes that the SAS proved its worth, not just in the total of enemy aircraft destroyed (this amounted to some 400 by November 1942), but because of these sudden strikes the Axis were obliged to allocate more and more troops to purely defensive roles.
This is perhaps the most enduring image of SAS/ LRDG –a patrol of heavily armed jeeps, crewed by bearded, piratical commandos, storming along lines of parked Axis aircraft. Engines racing and jeeps spewing fire, a volcano of noise and fury, planes shuddering and sagging, a brief exultant burst of satisfying destruction, and the raiders roar off into the desert night.
—  Ghost Soldiers: A History of the Long Range Desert Group 1940-45, by John Shadler
Life in Tazerbo was not pleasant. The thermometer climbed steadily towards 120 degrees in the shade. From dawn to dusk the flies were beyond belief; every afternoon it blew a sandstorm. Scorpions and snakes added to the hazards of existence. The story of the Sand Viper, Libya’s deadliest snake, found gargling in its hole after biting a South Islander, is encouraged in Auckland but rejected by reliable authority in Christchurch!
—  Kennedy Shaw quoted in Ghost Patrol: A History of the Long Range Desert Group 1940-45, by John Shadler
On 14th May as the LRDG reached the RV at Sheferzen, they abruptly discovered that the column approaching was very far from being friendly. An unequal if mercifully short fire-fight ensued, followed by a high speed chase.
High by desert standards, as Crichton-Stuart dryly observed - ‘it was found that a really frightened truck could get up to 50 miles an hour.’
—  Ghost Patrol: A History of the Long Range Desert Group 1940-45, by John Shadler
After three days Bill Kennedy Shaw flew in one of the Lysanders to find him. This was not club class: We took off at dawn in one of the decrepit Lysanders, Mahe piloting and I in the back separated from him by the long-range petrol tank and squatting on a green enamel bath plundered from the Italian officers’ quarters in the fort. The plane’s internal comms weren’t working so the French-speaking pilot was steered by Kennedy Shaw as navigator with a ribbon around each arm which he jinked appropriately to indicate changes of direction.
—  Ghost Patrol: A History of the Long Range Desert Group 1940-45, by John Shadler
My Reichenbech Fall theory

With some help from one of my teachers, I think I figured out how Sherlock and Moriarty survived. My teacher suggested that Sherlock threw Moriarty off the building. From that I was able to figure everything out.

First of all, that wasn’t Moriarty. The face we know as Moriarty was ACTUALLY either an insane Moriarty copycat or someone working for the real Moriarty. (1) The real Moriarty wouldn’t kill himself. It would relinquish all his power and he’d just be insane rather than a mastermind (2) the real Moriarty wouldn’t kill Sherlock. He’s too obsessed with Sherlock to make him kill himself (3) The real Moriarty would know that Sherlock was setting him up at the end. Sherlock had his phone recording their conversation, so he was acting stumped and asking questions. Sherlock would never legitimately do that. He would try to figure things out, or have it figured out beforehand. And the real Moriarty, who is obsessed with Sherlock and studies him, would know Sherlock was out of character. Therefore, that wasn’t actually Moriarty.

Second, Sherlock threw fake Moriarty off of the building. Sherlock has obviously figured out Moriarty’s plan to try to make him kill himself, hence his behaviour acting stumped and recording it. He put fake Moriarty in a position to kill himself. Sherlock had come prepared. He brought a wig and switched clothes with fake Moriarty. He got either his buddies in the underground to collect and identify the body, or he went to Molly in private and got her to say it was him. After all, he’s a criminal. His body probably would have gone to the police after he was pronounced dead.

That’s my theory. There may be some holes in it. Feel free to point them out.