Close encounters of the wing commander ops kind.
1. Gutersloh. Weather vile, stacked exceot for battle flight c. 1968. All jobs jobbed. Office cricket time, played with a miniature bat, waste paper bin wicket, and a practice golf ball. Pitch was either carpet [which took spin] or floor boards aiding pace. LB batting for Sussex. One run for contact, four for ball hitting far wall, six if wall above floor level.
A very inviting [underarm] full toss outside off-stump was square cut immaculately a foot above floor level and shot like a bullet into wg cdr ops hands as he entered right. Followed by station commander, who congratulated the catcher, and gave me out caught.
What bloody marvellous good blokes we were working for.