As with Beags and that knackered old f*rt KENNYR, I wouldn't hesitate to join the Royal Air Force I joined all those years ago. The way it has gone leaves me cold, but then much of the PC, etc, in today's society often leaves me shaking my head in disbelief.
However, you have been brought up in a different age, free from the threat of nuclear anihilation and with rights and liberties that we never had.
The thing that doesn't change, though, is the sheer joy of getting one's pink botty airborne and turning yourself upside down, or doing a greaser landing in a 70 ton bomber; or picking up a half-drowned fishing boat crew; or dropping life-giving food to starving refugees; or shooting a dozen rounds into a Hawk-towed banner; ad infinitum. I know of no aircrew that ever lost their love of flying. I no longer fly, and I miss it like hell.
Go for it and join the most exclusive club in the world - aircrew - and have one helluva ball.
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