Oh no, someone call the Nurse. The old folks home is waking up...
“In my day to get a
Flying Badge you had to get to get up to go to Met before you went to bed. Lick the aircraft clean with our tongues. Go to the feeder for breakfast for a cup of cold gravel. Paid the Chief Clerk fourpence and six for the privilege of serving and when we got to the briefing the QFI would slice us in two with a bread knife...”
”Luxury! And we never complained...”
”Aye, and if we crashed all the Instructors would dance on our grave and sing Hallelujah!”
”Yup, tell the kids of today and they would never believe ya...”
”Aye...”
