Oh, getting Single Pins in amidst all the jet traffic was always ‘fun’. I recall telling one once to orbit the Officers Mess at 250ft .. “and I’ll call you back”! Or another one, on a rare brisk crosswind day, who I cleared to land effectively across the rw at the 36 threshold ... from where he gently taxied straight ahead into F Dispersal, where 20’s SPins lived in ‘69.
However, that’s enough ATC for now. Who else has printable Tengah memories?
